Angela's Magic Lesson - Blonded Me with Science

Angela took a deep breath and relaxed her racing mind.  She straightened her posture and brushed her bangs out of her face.  With that singular motion, her blonde hair balled itself up into a bun.  Her shirt buttoned itself up to a more professional level, and her skirt's hem followed suit.  She adjustd her glasses and reached to place her hand in a pocket.  Oddly enough, there was now a lab coat pocket to house it, rather than just thin air.  Now she could get back to the matter at hand: just what was going on in here?

Of course I'm smart enough to figure it out, Angela thought calmly. I'm the greatest scientific mind in all of Underborough.  

Figuring logical explanations out was what she did; it was all she did.  Though she had to admit that she was at a loss for what brought her to the school archives.  She scoffed silently at the seemingly endless shelves of magical tomes.  Beliefs in such things had no place in her field.  Of course, the fact that magic made her this way was one paradox she was sure to set aside for the rest of her career.

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