Jasmine: Ooh - new people while our author's been busy! It's lovely to meet you! Vanna: Indeed it is. I'm Vanna, I'm fifteen years old, and I go to St. Edith's Academy, and so does Jasmine. Only difference is, I'm a witch and she's not. There can be coffee if you want there to be - that's the beauty of this room: you can make something appear just by saying "let it be so". *A coffee machine appears* Vanna: There we go. Henrietta: What foul language! And how dare you accuse us royalty as being the same as you peasants! We were selected carefully by God and- Vanna: Alright, Henrietta, settle down. You have to excuse her - she's a princess, so she's very...sheltered. And she lives in the 18th century. Elsie: Didn't you say at one point that the fellow who founded your country just decided he was king? Doesn't sound very divine to me! Henrietta: I'm not going to respond to that. Lady Sarah, your festival sounds delightful. We ourselves have Le Jour de la Fondation, which is celebrated on the twenty-seventh of July every year. It is supposed to mark the day Cavallia was declared a country, although no-one knows the exact date. At the palace, we celebrate it in the Grand Courtyard, which is very beautiful in the sunshine, and all the servants dress up colourfully, but it is traditional for the royal family to wear white, gold, and sapphire blue, which is the national colour of Cavallia. We exchange small gifts and eat a grand feast, before we dance late into the night. It is traditional to end the ceremonies at midnight, and officially they do, but there are always more than a few who choose to continue. It is a spectacular day.