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nodded my head in the direction of our bags, which Miss Peggy was busy piling up on the curb with a wave of her hand. “Let’s check out our new digs, Cleri.”
    Little luggage carts like they had at fancy hotels littered the pathways and we grabbed a few that weren’t in use and began to stack our bags on top. Taking our cues from the other campers, we charmed the carts to follow us toward the building in front of us.
    It was going to take me some time to get used to not having to censor my magic here. And a quick look at my friends showed that I wasn’t the only one. Back home, even when we were inside our own houses, we were constantly looking over our shoulders to make sure no civilians saw us using our “skills.” Because if we were caught, well, let’s just say none of us wanted to find ourselves in a witch trials sequel.
    With my luggage now balancing precariously on the cart, I carefully bent down to pick up the last of my things: my purse, a few rag mags that I’d bought for the plane ride, and my iced coffee. Unfortunately, my cheer equilibrium must have been a bit off because of the flight or the altitude, and I teetered on my feet, which forced me to reach down and steady myself.
    Maybe four-inch heels weren’t a smart choice for my arrival at Brighton.
    Of course, I’d been thinking more about fashion than function when I’d gotten dressed that morning. And my black patent-leather pumps were the perfect complement to the apple-red leather shorts I was wearing. So, I’d just have to be okay with walking a bit slower as I moved my stuff in. Not that I hadn’t performed strenuous activities in shoes like these before.
    I was a firm believer that anything worth doing could be done in sky-high heels.
    Recovering as quickly as I could, I snatched up my things and stood up straight. Was it possible that no one saw that?
    Hi, I’m Hadley and apparently I just learned how to walk . And stand. Either way, I looked clumsy. So not the reputation I was planning to have here at Brighton.
    Luckily, it seemed like people were too preoccupied with their own stuff to notice my faux pas. In fact, I wasn’t sure anyone had noticed me arrive at all. For once, not everyone was studying my every move, waiting to see what I’d do next, say next. No one was waiting for my approval or leadership. Oddly, there was a sort of freedom in this.
    The feeling lasted for about five seconds, before I realized how weird it was. When you’d been in the public eye for so long, switching back to obscurity was a bit . . . jarring. If this continued, I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d do with myself.
    â€œThis is a side of you I haven’t seen before,” a voice said from behind me.
    My head jerked around to see Fallon standing less than five feet away from me. He had his hands in the pockets of his blue plaid shorts and was sporting a white polo shirt. An amused smile cut across his face and to be honest, he was looking very un-Fallon-like. I replaced my surprise with annoyance and gave him the look I reserved specially for him.
    â€œI lost my balance, so what?” I said, trying to play it off. “It happens to the best of us.”
    â€œNot to you,” he said, cocking his head to the side and fixing his gaze on me. “You’re supposed to be this perfect witch and everything. Looks like someone might be a little off her game this summer.”
    Fallon looked around at the other campers, who still hadn’t realized that I existed. He’d noticed it, too. Well, I wasn’t going to let him know it bothered me.
    â€œMy game is just fine,” I said, but I wondered if he was right. I wasn’t usually clumsy. And I certainly wasn’t ignored. Something felt . . . off about being here.
    â€œDon’t worry, Had,” he said, coming in close for what he said next. “Change can be a good thing.”
    Then he