I ducked behind the brick wall that surrounded our yard and sat in a hidden niche that was there. He followed me, and sat next to me on the wall.

“I didn’t know this was here.” He looked around.

“There are a lot of hidden things in our yard.”

“What do you mean by hidden?”Finn asked.

“Magical things you don’t see at first.”

“I don’t believe in magic.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe or not.” I said, a bit self righteously. “I’m younger than you..but we come from the same heritage,  people who *are* magical, you know all our stories, how could you say they are not real?”

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