Olivia was a wonderfully curious, marvelously muddle-brained sort of girl, the kind who could spot magic hiding in the most ordinary corners of the world.

While other children might miss the twinkle in a teacup or the whisper in a wardrobe, Olivia noticed everything.

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She had eyes like bright that hadn't made up their mind what colour to be, hair that behaved like a small, mischievous storm cloud and a grin so cheeky it could persuade a grumpy giant to cartwheel.

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Olivia wasn't the bravest child in the land... oh no, she worried, wobbled, wandered and second-guessed absolutely everything.

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When fear crept in on long, creepy toes...

or when monsters muttered from murky corners...

or when shadows tried to be a bit to shadowy...

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Olivia didn't run.

Well... sometimes thought about running but never actually did.

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Because deep down, she had a spark... a fizzy, fluttery spark, that said "You can do this, even if your knees go knockety-knock"

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And that spark, as it turns out, was just the sort of magic the whole world was waiting for.