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“Exactly! Someday we’re going to have to figure out how to combine Welsh and Maori spells because then we’ll be unstoppable. No one will know how to defend themselves against our genius.” Elan slipped inside behind Moana, and carefully pulled the door almost closed, just in case they needed to sneak out this way again. As her friend held out her hand, Elan easily took hold, intertwining their fingers together. “Absolutely! Come on, we’ve lost so much time already.” Immediately she took a few quick steps forward and began to tug Moana along with her.
“I can’t even imagine that. We’d be quite the force of nature.” She grinned wide at the thought and looked down at their intertwined fingers. Elan was like electricity. Bright and exciting and a little dangerous. But Moana liked it. She always had. Lost in her thoughts, Moana tripped over her feet as Elan began to drag her along. But she quickly caught herself and refocused on their goal of the dance floor.















