The first page—a simple "Match the word to the picture"—rippled like water. Leo touched the drawing of a moonstone. A soft ding echoed from the page, and suddenly, the stone in the picture sparkled for real. His bedroom smelled of wet moss and magic.
When he finally closed the book, his room was normal again. But his pencil case now held a single, iridescent feather.
His friend Mira leaned over. "What are you doing?"