Helen glanced at the hand wrapped around a lock of hair, unmoving, but still slightly unnerved by this fact. Morgan knew more than she let on, apparently, through magic or visions or something - Helen didn't care to consider that at the moment. "Yes. I was blonde then. I've since coloured my hair red and now brown." She much preferred those colours, rather than the fair blonde she'd been born with.

"But it's science. It can be proven. Facts and theories and chemical alteration." Helen insisted, furrowing her brows briefly. "Magic is magic. There's no explanation behind it. It simply exists and occurs, whether in nature or controlled by those with the abilities to wield it, such as yourself and the rest of the fae, like the faerie folk."