There were two ways that such a question could be answered. Two different meanings, one more cynical than the other. What did she like to do when she was alone. Michelle would maintain a smile despite the constant firing of ideas in her head which otherwise would leave any other person with a dazed and confused look plastered on their face. It was open and obvious that Michelle liked to practise magic when she was by herself, however, there was also something else she liked to do when she was alone. She liked to think, she liked to imagine, she liked to escape. The world was scary and magic was the only thing that was her saviour. When she was alone, not even magic could save her from her thoughts.
Regardless Michelle shrugged and flashed a signature smile. “What do I do when I’m alone? I practise magic, silly!” she exclaimed, twirling her baton. “I’m a magician, what else would I do?”