Kamala was getting really tired of these bullies, and that day they'd gone farther than turning her hair pink. Like, way farther - the jinx they'd cast on her had left her voiceless, and she was really hoping it was temporary. But when their taunts and laughs suddenly fell silent, and then they scattered, she let out an equally silent sigh of relief.

She looked up at Lena, grateful - if not a little confused as to what had just happened - and nodded.