(Totally worth it!) It was Sunday night now, and all weekend Medea had been sneaking around here at home, reading the ’zine in secret. On Friday she had traded her lunch money for it to a girl at school named Glauce. It was last week’s issue of Teen Scrollazine. Instead, her blue eyes were glued to the scroll in her lap. However, as she sat on a window seat in the throne room of her father’s palace in the land of Colchis on the Black Sea, Medea didn’t notice any of this. And each time she unwound the curl from her wand, the streaks quickly faded to black again. With each twirl of the wand, streaks of rainbow sparkles zinged from its tip through her hair. A standard school supply, it had been issued to her at Enchantment Academy earlier in the year. TWELVE-YEAR-OLD MEDEA TWIRLED A LOCK of her long black hair around a gold-tipped laurel-wood wand.
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