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Amaranth sat down and twirled her keychain in one hand, waiting for class to start. She had always been good at magic, and was looking forward to learning more. If only these seats weren't so damn uncomfortable, she thought ruefully. These chairs obviously were not meant for dragons. Amaranth had twisted her seat around so that the back now faced the front and her folded wings were no longer pressed painfully against the hard wood. She drummed a few fingers on the desk and awtched as more people came in.