This was the time Austin was waiting for. Moving! This meant heat and warmth and moving out of the cold classroom. He was ready, but he wasn't going to let his eagerness get the better of him. There was already one commotion for this class, he didn't need a torch zooming into other people's heads. He took a deep breath, and pointed at his torch. "Incendio!" Immediately, the torch levitated out of his hand, and into the air.
He was ready to march, although he was confused as to why they couldn't just walk. Surely it didn't have to be a march, did it?
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