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Hannah did her best to make it seem as if she wasn’t overly fussing with her hat, but it was difficult. She wanted to make sure that it was tilted at exactly the right angle so the green feathers that trimmed it would bob gracefully as she walked, rather than sticking out in all directions. True, all it would require was one stiff breeze to ruin the effect, but she had to hope for the best. The day outside seemed placid enough, the fresh green leaves barely shimmering on their branches. She could not have asked for better weather, even if she was one of those lucky witches or warlocks whose gift it was to control the clouds and the rain.
If anyone was curious as to why she had put on her second-best gown on what otherwise should have been an utterly prosaic Wednesday afternoon, none of
