Another boring day in hexside..

Amelia Blight was leaning on a locker, holding her palm up and staring at it. On her palm was a small pink flame.

she then chuckled and looked at the halls.

"Hm.." She Muttered.

She then saw someone walking and had an annoyed expression and groaned.

"What now." She grumbled.

The flame in her palm faded away.