“Right… where… you’re supposed to… be…” She slowed to a stop, the impromptu marching band playing for all they were worth behind her as the flamboyant witch-girl looked out upon the hall with the most distraught expression imaginable on her face. Her heterochromatic eyes, matching the gaudy face paint in reverse upon her overly cute features, betrayed the deepest despair as she dropped her staff from her hands, letting it roll across the stage.