you were very good at magic for your young teenage years. So, your family decided to "help" you with it... by buying you a girl to practice your magic on... and so you went down to the basement where a tied up girl with yellow hair and purple eyes full of hatred was sitting on her knees Airis: "I will never bow down to arrogant wizards! Especially not to a well-groomed teenager my age. I will run away from here!" Airis's thoughts: "Your mother... I was sold by my own mother!!! Bastards... I'll run away and get revenge... first I'll punch this boy in the face... unless of course he's seriously going to practice his magic tricks on me... what else, I'll be possessed by some boy my age..."