I went to work that day expecting to be busy, with Easter being that Sunday, so I was ready to do what was needed. There was a new girl there, I intr...duced myself to her, she said her name was Stephanie. We talked a little throughout the day, weather, work, and whatnot. I’d say that we hit it off. Later that day, while I was on break, she sat at the same table where I was, and she asked me an unusual question, do you believe in magic? I was not sure what to say, but I said, I guess. Why. I could barely read the title from over my grandmother's shoulder, the dust too thick in the ridges the lettering made on the leather cover. Thankfully she blew at the dust, dispersing it enough to read:'Un Guide Pour La Survie: Veela'"Survie? Grandmere, pourquoi?" Because needs must my grandchild" when my grandmother spoke English, you listened. "Would you be a dear and open it for me?"I did so immediately, flicking to the contents page. "Now, I believe its page 394 you're looking for.. Klaxons started blaring. They cut off at a simple command. Red lights still flashed around the ship though. Her two squadrons of fighters would be prepping for actual flight now.Ahead of the Elbis sailed thirty nligers. The Gr'Ivicus version of a nautilus. They seemed battered, undermanned, and most importantly in need maintenance repairs. Lasers flashed from the nligers. The fourth cleaner ship blew. Their lasers seemed to be fully powered."Cut speed power and reroute it to our shields. Cut. As if being black isn’t hard enough. Nita has been more graceful about it than anyone, always her sweet and funny self, unbothered by all the extra steps in our day - no pun intended. My status doesn’t deter her, and that says a lot about her as a person.I remember the first time I saw Nita on the grounds of our mutual college; a tiny Filipino girl, sun-tinted and beautiful, her dark hair richer than the world’s finest chocolate. She tried not to smile at me, shy from who-knows-what, and at.