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Minute fractures webbed across the mirror, now hanging crookedly from the vanity. Jessica examined it. Was the force of her spell really that strong?
She grinned and straightened the mirror, and tried something else. Concentrating hard, she heard crackling. The mirror was repairing itself!
This could be fun, she thought.
The nine persons at the front of the courtroom all stood at attention. All but juror number three, Mikhail.
"Mr. Ovanova," barked the judge, "Please rise."
He snored loudly. Catrina Jenkins reached over and subtly smacked him on the back of the head. He jerked awake, floundered to stand, and fell from the jury box. The judge was not impressed.
A bowl of peach pits sat on the bench beside Suzanne. She carefully cut another peach in half, scooped out the pit, and munched on the fruit.
And then she saw Josh coming. She grabbed the bowl, shouted something offensive, and began pelting him with the pits.