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increased.”
    “What if I feel it, but don’t show it?” I asked.
    “No power lost,” she said, “but no love gained, either.”
    “And if I don’t feel it, but I pretend to?”
    “If you don’t feel love, you don’t lose magical power, period.”
    “Why don’t the Nomers get magic, too, when they receive love from Mages?”
    “They do.  When Mages condescend…”  She put both hands on my shoulders and took a deep breath.  “I was born a Nomer, Kincaid, but your father loved me so much that I became a Mage.  He lost some of his power at first, but we kept love alive in each other until the magic grew quite strong in both of us.”
    “ Whoah!  I didn’t know…”
    “ When he died, it left a void of love in our home that would normally have been directed at me,” she explained sadly, “which is why some of my powers have depleted a little.”
    “But Kelsey and I love you.”
    “Yes, you do.”
    There was a beat of silence while that sunk in.  “We need to show it more,” I said slowly, suddenly feeling guilty for all the times I totally took her for granted.
    She gave me a half-smile.  “That would sure help.”
    I got up and hugged her really hard, and I meant it, too.  It wasn’t a guilt thing.  She started to cry, which I hate, but when we pulled apart, she smiled again, happy this time.  I sat down and tried to absorb this whole Magic transference concept.  “It seems like the way it works, it doesn’t really encourage us to love others, does it?  I mean, in case you don’t get loved back.”
    “That’s how a lot of Mages see it.  Actually,” she sighed, “it’s the only thing that will empower us all.   You’ve always been great to your friends, and see how you do?  No power lost.  But I think you’ve got to be willing to give it all away— all your love—before you’re worthy to receive the power of love.”
    “ Which is Magic.”
    “ No.  Just the power of love.  It’s worth more than magic any day of the week, honey.  Any day of the week.”

Chapter Four : Punkers and Protesters
     
    The next morning, I caught up with Amity just before she reached the front steps of the main building.  “Hey, Amity, we have to talk.  I learned something last night,” I said.
    “Yeah, so did I,” she said, kind of grouchy.  “You still think you’re superior just because you’re a Mage.”
    “What?  No, I don’t.”
    “Yes, you do,” she said, heading up the stairs.
    “Amity,” I said, lowering my voice.  “I learned how magic is passed on—”
    A Water Ball pelted me in the shoulder.  I looked past Amity to see Jack and about six other Punkers staring down at me.
    “Fire and water don’t mix, Kincaid,” said Jack, tapping two Water Balls together.  “You should learn something from that.”  He hurled one of the Water Balls at Amity’s face, and she squealed.
    “Knock it off, Jack,” I said.
    “I’m trying,” he sneered.
    The Punkers moved towards us, and Amity and I were forced to back down the steps.  When we reached the bottom, they formed a ring around us, all flying a few inches above the ground.  With their shoulders almost touching, they locked us in and began to rotate slowly around us, like a hovering wheel of stupid.  Except that they all either had Water Balls or flaming thumbs.  We’re not supposed to use any magic on campus except Flash Jumping to get to outbuildings for classes, but I knew no one would really see what they were doing.  Amity and I found ourselves back-to-back like the trapped heroes in the movies always do, except I knew we didn’t have any awesome moves to bust out with.
    So I played the diplomat.  “C’mon, Jack.  Let us in.”
    “You can go in.  Not her.”
    Amity grabbed my wrist.
    “Can we talk about this, Jack?” I asked.
    “You talk too much , Kincaid.  That’s the trouble with you.  You need to learn when to shut up.”
    Amity stiffened.  “You aren’t allowed to use magic on