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‘Oh, yes,’ said Amelia shyly. ‘That’s Mum

and Dad.’ Amelia’s chest tightened as she

remembered the argument she’d had with her

mum the night before.

‘I heard your mother puts on a ravishing

Barbaric Ball every year!’ said Mr Sublime. ‘I

expect you’ll follow in her frightful footsteps?’

‘Hmmm, she’d love that, but I’m not really

into party planning and all that stuff,’ said

Amelia, feeling a little deflated. ‘I really want

be a Pumpkinologist when I grow up.’

Mr Sublime leaned forward and lowered

his voice. ‘Well, Amelia Fang, that’s just

wonderful. You remember to follow that cold

vampiric heart of yours. You have a dream –

don’t let anyone get in the way of that!’

Amelia felt herself smiling from ear to ear.

Mr Sublime believed in her!

‘I have dreams too! You can expect HUGE

things from me!’ said Tangine, throwing his

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