“You’ll have to go on doing all that witch stuff about being invisible,” Anita reminded her. “That won’t change. Dowdy. You need to be dowdy. Dull. Low-powered. You need dull clothes, not bright colors. And I’ll tell you something else,” she added, brushing Lyra’s new hair, “you’ll have to hold yourself differently. You’ve naturally got a springy, active way of moving. Think yourself heavy. Slow.”
