That brings Justine back to her old self immediately. She gives you a grin, bright and cocky in the darkness. "Yeah," she agrees. Her hand flicks, and the grass curls tight around your shoes before falling back again. "This is gonna be good."
And then she's off, clambering quickly to her feet and dashing away to join her friends again, glittery ribbons bright in the firelight.
While the bonfire burns in the center of the field, quiet falls over the crowd.
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