Letting go of her hands, I waited for her to feel her magical core for the first time. Her eyes closed and her breathing evened out. As she started to concentrate, her face started to squish. Giving her a slight poke, I whispered, "not too much, you are starting to look like you're constipated. Wouldn’t want you to look like the rest of the students." She was the image of a poise heiress. 