"Hello, Paul." Allie said, easily, even though she was late.
Allie picks up a broom without asking for permission. She stretches out her right hand. "Up!" It flies up to her hand and she grabs it. She mounts the brrom without any effort and starts soaring in the air towards Tanya-Anne and Andrew.
Allie overheard the conversation about changing the color of your hair. All eyes laid upon her interesting hair as she walks up to Tonya-Anne and Andrew, spontaneously participating in the conversation.

"Hi, I'm Allie. Nice to meet both of you. I heard your conversation about changing the color of your hair. As you can see, mine turned hot pink and then started on fire. I didn't manage to put it out; the teacher didn't manage either." Allie laughs at her own unachievment and puts her hands in her pockets, letting go of the broom and gradually becomies accustomed to firey hair.