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Mother wasn't too happy about my daily trips to the cave with grandpa, but she seemed to understand why I needed to control my magic. The first night, after the exercises, grandpa took the mattress out of father's office and placed it on my bedroom's floor.
"I need to make sure you don't burn the house," he explained.
While I didn't worry about the scandal or anything, it was really weird to have a grown man in my bedroom, especially my grandpa. I hadn't slept in my parent's bed since I remember; having my grandfather, who, while not a stranger, I didn't know that well, was weird. So I put on the strictest of all the camisoles I had (it's not like any of them were particularly revealing or anything), and turned my back to him, staring at the wall. Surprisingly, I didn't sleep too bad
