And of course, not knowing the spell everyone else seemed to be managing, nothing happened for Presley. Her wand did nothing. She shook her wrist out, and tried again. "Aqua Eructo!" Well, now her wand was sprayying the thinest stream of water, but at least it was something. Vowing to later look up and master this spell, Presley directed the flow of water toward the base of the flames, backing away as the smoke got to her eyes. She coughed, and blinked. She would never make a good fireman, that was for sure. Sheilding her mouth with one arm, Presley re-tried the spell again, producing a little heavier stream, but not by much. At least she was helping a little, she reasoned. Or maybe the job for her was to run for the headmaster? That seemed to be increasingly Presley's job during a crisis. As if she wasn't useful for anything else. But her water was putting out the flame, little bits at a time. Somebody else could run for the headmaster this time.