[center][h1][color=f49ac2]Catherine Hargreaves[/color][/h1]
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[@Hammerman]

Catherine could sense the nervousness in Kanako, and decided to fill the girl with some confidence, commending her for the difficult feat she had demonstrated, [color=f49ac2]"Some would say that air is one of the softest elements. While one could argue that fire, light or...shadow...are softer, their conceptual presence is often greater because their heat, brightness, or darkness demand attention, and it is the ability to grasp the presence of an element's concept that gives us the ability to master it. Air is so often taken for granted, so many people aren't even conscious of their own breathing most of the time. And it easily makes way as we pass through it. An element this soft is difficult to control, yet you've chosen to master one of its most volatile forms, vortexes. I'm not just saying this, But I am impressed. Most students settle for a large gust of wind as their demonstration."[/color] Reaching down, Catherine helped Kanako to her feet and gave her gentle pat on the shoulder. [color=f49ac2]"Now take a break, and prepare yourself for the next part."[/color]

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[center][h1][color=a187be]ShiZhen Fang[/color][/h1]
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[@Zelosse]

At first, ShiZhen was relieved to see all the lightning being redirected by the Headmaster, but when she realized that he was absorbing all of it, with visible effects. [color=a187be]"Omigosh! Sir, are you okay?"[/color] ShiZhen flustered, the thought of electrocuting the school's headmaster was too much to bear. But when he addressed her, he seemed unharmed. Blushing and fidgeting with her pigtails, ShiZhen felt a little ashamed and embarrassed, yet proud. The fact was, she had lost control to a certain degree, and the addition of lightning didn't help. But being complimented or praised by a parent or other authority figure was something that always made her smile. [color=a187be]"I...I have you to thank for my progress!"[/color] ShiZhen called back, remembering her first day and the instructions he had given her in the underground hot springs. Still, Headmaster Hargor was a busy man, and he soon left. Her heart pounding, ShiZhen climbed out of her pit, her wet socks sloshing around in her shoes. She cosndiered wandering over to a fire student's demonstration to dry her footwear, but decided that it would be disrespectful. Besides, it might be dangerous too, if, like her, the fire student lost control for a moment. Maybe she would just pay the restroom a visit to wring out her socks, and prepare for the next event.