The only reason she was the junior representative was because her opponent, Mike Hawk, was a spoof. She held the hollow title delicately, unsure of how to approach it so she sunk into the familiar, sitting in the back, at a comfortable distance for everyone, being a silent specter of diplomacy, sinking into the familiar and taking notes. The few times she ever tried to speak up, she was too far away to be acknowledged, not that her ideas were particularly important anyway.
Student council had waves of clamor, the rare topic would strike a nerve and spark a heated debate, and it was currently clashing. The far end of the table set alight so often that she didn’t even blink at the spectacle anymore. That didn’t stop her wand from being kept close, currently twisted in her hair, just in case one of the fire students got a little too worked up.
Her voice wavered for a second as she started her sentence, a trickle of a solution, not that it mattered through the shouting, and she closed her mouth, intent on returning to her notes, which had now become just doodles; the conversation whipping back and forth too quickly for her to jot down all the talking points.
