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When Mirabel put the new doorknob into the rebuilt house she and all the other Madrigals watched in wonder as magic rushed into the building. The colors returned in full bloom and the tiles shook with new life. Casita was back and stronger than ever, a member of la familia Madrigal since the moment the candle created the town. She swept them up in a hug only a sentient house could, with floorboards tilting in while the camera flash went off to capture the moment.
After the party, the Madrigals cleaned up and got ready to head back to the church to sleep. Sure they finished the house but the rooms and interior would take a bit more time to finish. It was when Mirabel crossed the center of the courtyard that Casita shut its doors and swept the family back to the center.
“Casita?” Abuela questioned the house. It didn’t respond, only prompting Mirabel to step closer. “Casita, what are you doing?” The girl laughed as she was zipped in front of her family. This time the house clattered some tiles and made a temporary staircase leading to the top floor. One of the doors at the center of the hall glowed brighter as the magic concentrated around its border.
Mirabel stood frozen as she looked up to where the nursery door once stood. Her hands clammed up as she stared at the golden wisps. The stones under her feet lifted her, with a comforting nudge. Just like what they did for Antonio a short time ago.
The youngest of the Madrigals took her by the hand and helped her up the stairs. Mirabel wiped her sweaty hands on her dress before reaching out and grabbing the brass. The door lit up with a grand glow and Mirabel watched as her name took form at the top of the wood. Her figure joined soon after, smiling and confident. Butterflies a nd embroidery patterns made up the trim. C rafting supplies such as sewing needles, pins, spools, scissors, and other such things were depicted in the background.
The room was similar to her old one in many ways, with her old projects strewn about and art decorating the walls. Bins and shelves held fabric, patterns, thread, beads, glue, and anything she could want. She had a large work table as well as a few other bits of furniture to aid in her creative endeavors. Her wardrobe was full of new clothes and her twin bed had been replaced with a plush queen-sized one. The window seat had returned with a few pillows and blankets.
“You got your door.” Antonio’s small voice spoke from behind her. Mirabel turned to meet his and the rest of her family’s eyes. A teary-eyed smile grew on the girl's face as she rushed to embrace her family.
“Gracias Casita, muchas gracias.” Mirabel gave the house an affectionate pat after she stepped back from the Madrigals.