Her copper complexion had continued to cool, her eyes receding from a honeyed yellow and off towards the color of smoldering wood chips, darker yes, but a mixture still. The magic she had been granted was slowly warping as well, no longer so Light and fragile as it had been, both her continued changes and the rituals she had dabbled in during the summer months had soured it considerably, making the thin tendrils that wormed from her heart down to her wand all the heavier for it, until her aura was nearly as Dark as it had been.