Serrated Fabric stopped listening and glanced at the corner behind her friends. There was a small blue filly attempting to cast a spell. She's really young. Serrated couldn't tell what spell the filly was attempting, but she could tell it wasn't going well. Serrated wondered who the filly was. She had seen her a few times but didn't know anything about her. How long has she been here? Probably not long. I don't know her... Serrated glanced across the room, towards the other group. They best not be planning anything.
Looking back at the blue filly, Fabric noticed sparks emitting from the filly's horn. They weren't very bright, and it looked as if she was bad at casting. Serrated looked up at her own forehead, seeing only blue and pink mane. She wasn't exactly an expert, but she could tell the filly was struggling.
Serrated fabric looked back at her friends and picked up the ball on the ground. "So, does anypony want to go play hoofball?" She was met with cheers.
Serrated glanced at the filly in the corner as she exited the orphanage with a frown on her face.