[center][b][color=ed1c24]Sidney[/color][/b][/center]

Sidney leaped up, practically ripped her hood off and scribbled down before anyone could blink[color=ed1c24]"Wait, you want to [i]what??[/i] I know it's hypocritical but I do [i]not[/i] like getting hexed. I mean, you know, combat training is one thing but still! Can't I just, you know, give ya something valuable to hold on to?"[/color] It was only then that she noticed properly the others who were in the room with her, including one with the prosthetic limbs (how did she miss seeing him?). One of the older students, one of the blond boys expressed concern about the possible interference with his own hexes and another girl who seemed to be having reservations before getting side tracked by their mode of transportation. Her question [i]was[/i] valid but there were bigger priorities.

[color=ed1c24]"Also why would you call in multiple hexers if we may end up having to fight? Ain't that kinda... unbalanced magically speaking? I ain't saying I'm not in. Just... ya know... saying."[/color]