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This is from a story I'm writing. :D

Emlyn James had mainly taught Serabela one thing about using her Magic to disguise herself: never use it except as a desperate last resort.

"To use disguise is to deceive, and to deceive is to lie," Emlyn had said. "And lies will destroy your faith."

"Faith?" Serabela had asked.

"Faith in yourself and faith in your Magic. No matter what, your Magic is the most powerful thing you will ever possess. And no matter what, no one can take that from you. Never use disguises unless you have no choice, and never lie, even as a last resort."

Serabela had listened then.

But she was going to disobey her lifelong mentor's impeccable advice now.

Because she had no choice.

She stepped into the tan bathroom stall and closed her eyes. She was alone, but she was still paranoid someone would see her go in with her dark brown hair, brown eyes, in jeans and a t shirt and come out with bright red colored hair, green eyes, in a business suit.

The Magic took a few seconds to work it's way, and it took another few for her to calm herself down.

As she left the restroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

And yet again, her Magic had surprised her.

Emlyn had always said, "Your Magic is powerful, Serabela. You have the power to change the world, whether for good or for evil, that is your choice. You have the power to be the best or worst thing to happen."

Serabela had always asked, "Why do you think I'd use it for badness?" She had been little then, and she hadn't understood how Emlyn could think anything of the kind.

And Emlyn would always reply, "Because power corrupts, child. And this kind of power, in someone as human as a Magic, makes you more corruptible than you know."

And then, Serabela would always hug Emlyn and tell her, "No, I won't. I'll help the world, see? I'll make everything better, and I'll make everything worth it. You'll be so proud of me, you'll with you'd never said I could be bad. Momma and daddy will come back form Ireland and they'll say 'we're so proud of you, Ser! We wish we never left!' and my friends'll all be jealous that I'm gettin' all the attention, see? I'll be everyone's favorite, and they'll all feel bad about ever being meanies."

Serabela stared into the reflection in the mirror as it looked away from her. She whispered the last part to herself, finishing her memory.

"And everything will be all right."

Em says: it may not be any good, but I'm in Biology and I'm procrastinating from doing a keynote on genetic disorders.