In the night sky, two witches glided through the heavens with ease, their black and white hair flowing with the wind, and their flying broomsticks leaving behind specks of glittering Magic Power fluorescence.
"Sorry, I didn't expect the exam to take so long and made you worry,"
Dorothy was the first to break the silence, apologizing to the Angel Witch flying beside her in formation.
"No, Lady, it was my mistake for not taking you to the exam at the first opportunity. It's understandable that you felt anxious while waiting,"
Sophia responded with her voice as pure as a Holy Song and even-tempered, but Dorothy felt there was something slightly off about her words.
"Are you angry?"
the homebody witch asked cautiously.
"Not at all,"
the Angel Witch answered seriously and with solemnity.
"Then you are indeed angry,"
Dorothy concluded, somewhat amused as she looked at the awkwardly pure-white girl.