Demelza cast a sideways look at her clearly downtrodden friend from under her mass of blonde curls, sizing up the situation. The two were practically sisters, and she could read Daphne's otherwise impassive face like a book she herself had written. "I'm better than you seem, doll. Spill it."
"This whole 'no magic' thing is really trying," she said, pushing a golden lock behind her ear with a sigh. "I'm bloody sick of it. They'd better fix it soon."