Morgana Mage in the Robotic Age

Morgana often wished that she wasn’t a witch, but at times like this she simply longed to be a better one. It wasn’t that she particularly wanted to fly, but she did hate being laughed at, and she could hear the sniggers breaking out around her. Well, just above her, really, as all the other kids were floating in the air on the various objects they had managed to levitate. Morgana remained stubbornly earthbound. She had picked a clichéd old broomstick on which to try getting afloat, thinking it might be nice and light.