Knowing how to solve your own problems is an important skill, and these kids are old enough that they should be learning it. You stand back and stay silent, just watching.
"Ugh!" Justine grumbles. "Just get away from me!"
"What is with you?" Sydney cries.
As Sydney turns to go, a tree root snaps out of the ground and lashes out, spraying mud and grass in all directions—and slapping down directly in Sydney's path. With a cry and a splat, she trips over the tree root—no, is tripped by the tree root!—and falls to the ground. "Ow!" she cries.
Ariel rushes over, full of worry for her friend. "Sydney! Are you okay?"
It takes Sydney a moment to figure out the answer. "Uh-huh," she finally says. "Yeah, I'm okay." She gets up slowly, brushing the mud from her knees.
Meanwhile, Justine stands frozen in place, her hand half-raised as if she were still trying to catch Sydney. Her eyes grow wider and wider, full of awe and terror all at the same time, as she looks at the tree root that has just moved by itself.
No, that she has just moved.
Justine wiggles her hand, just a tiny bit—and the tree root moves, too. And then the grass around the tree root moves, flattening down to the ground and rising up again like a tiny wave sweeping around a stadium, conducted by the tentative motion of Justine's hand.
Justine has magic.
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