I sighed, mentally readying myself for their judgement. "I misread the word now. I thought the grimoire said won, and I blew up half the street, nearly taking Sunray's with it. I'm dyslexic, you see. I have been my whole life."

The room went still. Even Pastel Orange's pen scratches stopped as they all stared.

I stared right back, feeling my cheeks flame. Studmuffin flicked his tail into my back repeatedly as if to pat it and offer comfort.

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