The doors to the Fairy Tail guild flew open with fearsome force, arcs of electricity trailing behind the wooden panes as the doors slammed into their hinges with a loud thump that reverberated around the guild hall. The doors were unmarked, having been strengthened against Lightning Magic after the repair bill made it a necessity. Luka Magnolia's silhouette filled the open doorway, her clothes whipping about her in the shock wave she had just caused. And she was angry.

Several guild wizards turned to face her, many more knew better, one even accidentally made eye contact with her. Luka herself was not such an imposing figure, standing at only 5ft8 and with a slender figure hidden beneath layers of loose white cloth. It was the lightning that did it. Even now the staff on her back, its tip angled slightly to the left and pointing up at the sky crackled with electrical energy as arcs of lightning discharged into the air around it, causing it to crackle and shimmer as light from outside streamed past it. Her eyes scanned the room as if trying to find someone. She did not find them. Somewhere several miles away a man shuddered, not knowing his good fortune.

Her anger relented pretty quickly and she let out a dejected sigh before rather lazily ambling toward her favourite chair with all of the enthusiasm that she could muster, which right now was none existent. Her chair was empty, it always was. It was best that way. Just before she reached it she collapsed forward as if suddenly struck dead. And she just lay there groaning. In less then a minute she had gone through anger, dejection and finally apathy and now just lay there looking exhausted, black bags under her eyes.