“If I am elected - No.” Lizzie shook her head, her long earrings jangling. “If I have the honor of being elected as your witch representative, I plan to fight to integrate offensive magic - I mean, I will fight to integrate offensive magic into the curriculum - Gah!” She lowered her note card. “Okay, Lizzie. A break from the speech and onto the outfit.” 
She stood in front of the mirror, studying her reflection. The suit she wore was perfectly ironed and she had tailored it herself. The white was clean. It was professional. But was it the best option? 
She swiped her hand across the glass, watching the outfit change colors magically. Pink. It looked good on her. She knew it. But she also knew no one would take her seriously in it. 
Another wave of her hand. Blue. It was more professional than the pink, but the color didn’t suit her as well. Lizzie let the illusion spell drop, turning it back to white.
“You got this,” she said, staring into her reflection’s eyes. She took a deep breath. “If I have the honor of being elected witch representative, I will fight for more offensive magic in the curriculum and for more pagan holidays off. If you elect me, I will make your voice heard. A vote for me is a vote for witchkind.” She smiled, a combination of victory and relief. “I got this.”