Moustache, each twirl sending out a tiny puff of Chapter 3
of purple smoke.
Hannah held her breath as she tried not to stare. Her month had told her it was rude,but she couldn't help herself. Perhaps Mr McPherson wasn't really mr McPherson. Perhaps he wa sa dragon. dressed up. Everyone knew dragons snorted smoke. Hannah peered up at Mr Mcpheson wasn't a dragon, then perhaps he could do magic. Hannah shivered at the possibility.
