Eleven

That earns a little frown. She does look around, this time, and then steps a bit closer.

"Against the rules," she says. "I'm not supposed to show anyone. I... wasn't thinking." She looks around again, then begins hovering the book above her hand. She spins it in the air, then lowers it into her palm again. A small dribble of blood slides out from one nostril. "I don't know what to call it. Not magic." Not like Daine's. They'd talked about it.