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Now, just how much of this castle was real, and much an illusion (ie. magical)? Because all this glamour... just couldn't be mundane. This was just the type of magic Michael had imagined. Maybe all of it was magical!?! He bet it was! He grinned to himself and brought out his phone. Then he paused for a moment to turn it on...
...but it didn't turn on. He frowned and aggressively pressed the button, but the screen showed funny colours as if the brain'd gone completely kaputt. UUUGH. He'd checked it just this morning, ugh! He muttered to himself, and shoved it into his pocket. Stupid phone. But he wasn't going to let this ruin his own viewing pleasure. He slowly followed the adult that led them here (a teacher, perhaps?) towards the Great Hall as he took in every scene. He was convinced: this whole thing was a big illusion. He'd seen a lot of castles, but this one was something else.
For the first time, he sas happy to be here.
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