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The Magician's Assistant's Costumeatransformation storybyclancy688 As Marley left the train, her reception committee, aunt Angela and her husband Gregor, were already waiting and a wide smile appeared on the girl's freckled face. The sixteen-year old bolted over the platform, doing her best to imitate a bouncy ball. "Auntie! Gregor!" she cried out, pony-tailed blond hair flying behind, and flung her arms around her aunt's neck. "Easy, girl!" Angela, a quite attractive woman still short of forty, replied laughing, her husband grinning at the scene, but she returned her niece's powerful hug. "Do you want to kill me?" Marley smiled. "Never!"