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Wichita sighed and hit her forehead in her palm. These spells were too difficult for a first year. She eyed O.Z., who was doing the spell easily. Wichita sat up straight and tried to copy her technique. No luck. Romulus looked at her and scowled. Suddenly, a bolt of black magic burst out of Wichita's fingers like a hiccup. The beam shot the empty desk next to Romulus, completely demolishing it. Romulus glanced at her again. "Acceptable job, Wichita. Work on the hiccup. Class dismissed."

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