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[b][color=00aeef]As the teacher spoke about things that she did not know about, a small grey cloud was growing over her head. By now it was as large as her own head and was darkening to a dark and tiny lightening flashings could be seen inside the cloud. The stars, planets and such of a night sky did not faze Agatha at all. She knew about them but not about magic. The Pendragons did not pass on the magicks to the blood line. They were ordinary people after many generations of non magic use. At the moment, Agatha was beginning to get angrier by what she felt was not just his own opinion but the fact he was used to all of this 'Magic Business'. She was not at all used to it and was not suppose to use it at all. She slowly raised her hand- not because of being unsure but because she was trying her best to control her own emotions.

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