“Ah, Rita, it seems to me you have the proclivity for the Pneumatic Arts.” Lady Merinda beamed at her newest pupil; the short girl with heavy bangs and angular shoulders smiled back at her Affinity teacher weakly.
Producing a small puff of wind from the tips of her fingers was hardly a proclivity for the wind element. Candice with a ‘K’ had produced a whirly-wind on her first attempt and Amelia (whose affinity was for fire) had produced a long flame which she could make dance like a snake. In comparison to Candice with a ‘K’ and Amelia, Rita’s affinity was a pesky fart.
Taking her seat amongst her peers, Rita settled in for what she expected to be the most humiliating four years of her life.