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Mackenzie took some deep calming breaths, knowing no one could get hurt. "Shrowan," she said as she jabbed her wand towards the bullseye. An arrow came shooting out of her wand and she watched as it hit just to the left of the bullseye. She didn't let that discourage her.
She took another deep calming breath and said, "Shrowan," with more force as she jab her wand. Soon, the arrow was sailing out of the end of her wand and straight into the bullseye. She couldn't believe how quickly she had gotten the spell down. This class was turning out to be her best one. She smiled, very proud of herself.
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