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were for the first time.
"Oh, those. They only exist inside our heads. If we didn't believe in them, they wouldn't exist at all."
Simon looked around at them.
"I can't honestly say I believe you," he said.
"I think Esk. "People will be worrying. "
She moved her hands together and the staff vanished, although for a moment her hands glowed as though they were cupped around a candle.
The Things howled. A few of them fell over.
"The important "It just becomes an idea of itself, I think."
He reached out his hand again and closed his fingers around the shining wood.
"Right," he said, and raised it in the classical revengeful wizard's pose. "I'll show them!"
"No, wrong." thing about magic is how you don't use it," said Esk, taking Simon's arm. He stared at the crumbling figures around him, and grinned foolishly. "You don't use it?" he queried. "Oh, yes," said Esk, as they walked towards the Things. "Try it yourself." She extended her hands, brought the staff out of the air, and offered it to him. He went to take it, then drew back his hand. "Uh, no," he said, "I don't think it likes me much." "I think it's all right if I give it to you. It can't really argue with that," said Esk. "Where does it go?"
"What do you mean, wrong? I've got the power!"