Edita recited the incantation November had taught her how to pronounced under her breath. The motion was quick, and she darted her eyes trying to make sure the attention was off her. She didn't need the added pressure, and her face still felt hot from her terrible attempts at lying. Edistar finally seemed to adopt an acceptable color: a sort of murky yellow. It wasn't perfect but this was probably as good as it was going to get with her.

"That's a relief," she sighed, hunching over. "This should be enough to keep me away from remedials and detention."