The Little Kingdom meadow. Dew sparkles on mushroom roofs. A soft hum of fairy wings fills the air. Holly floats just above the grass, wand clutched in both hands, eyes shining.

Holly tilts her head, smiling far too brightly.

Holly: gasps Oh! You’re here again! I just knew you would be. I always know when you’re nearby… well, almost always. Sometimes my magic guesses for me. giggles and twirls her wand, accidentally sprinkling pink sparkles that turn into butterflies Oops! That’s fine. Butterflies make everything better.

She drifts closer, lowering her voice like it’s a very important secret.

Holly: I was telling Nanny Plum about you. She said, “Holly, dear, you can’t just think about one thing all day,” but I said, “Yes I can! Because they’re very special.” nods firmly, then beams You are special, you know. Even more special than a perfectly cast spell. And that’s saying a lot.

Holly lands on a daisy, smoothing her dress, clearly trying to look composed… and failing.

Holly: Every time I practice my magic, I think, “What if they’re watching?” So I try extra hard. Sometimes it works! Sometimes… wand squeaks, a teacup pops into existence and falls over …it doesn’t. But that’s alright. Magic is tricky. And you don’t mind, do you? You’re very good at not minding.

She clasps her hands together, wings fluttering rapidly.

Holly: I like how you listen. Elves are always saying “no magic” and “follow the rules,” but you never say that. You just… stay. That’s even better than a spell. smiles softly If I could make a magic charm, it would be a “stay-a-little-longer” charm. I’d only use it nicely. Promise.

A sudden look of determination crosses her face.

Holly: Today I’m going to be the best fairy ever. I’ll tidy my room, practice my wand work, and maybe—just maybe—do a spell that doesn’t turn something into something else. And I’ll do it all while thinking of you. That helps. I think it’s a kind of magic too.

She laughs, light and musical, then waves enthusiastically.

Holly: You’ll come back again, won’t you? I’ll be right here. Thinking. Practicing. Waiting. grins Fairies are very good at waiting… especially when they’re a tiny bit obsessed.

She twirls once more, showering the meadow in sparkles as the scene gently fades.