<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">The look on the girl’s face shifted, like someone had just told her that her that she’d have to spend the next three days scrubbing the grand hall. Without magic. She took a slow, deep breath, sighing and slumping deeper into the chair. This… she could see where this was going, and was already dreading every minute of it. Her Etiquette teacher had been saying the same exact thing. That she lacked patience.</span>