Simon had remained silent for the majority of the class. He just took notes. "kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko.. kun kan kin ken kon.. ok ek ik ak uk... kaunnnnnnnnn" he repeated when they were allowed to practice. Even when one boy caught on fire, the Slytherin just stared with eyes as big as saucers. Someone seemed a bit too keen to move on in the lesson, thought Simon, shaking his head as he finished up note-taking. Note to self: never ever ever sit near crazy first years.

Yep. That was a fact.
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It was now time to light their torches. Lifting his wand up, he pointed it at his torch. "Incendio," he said as the torch lit up. The fire was beautiful. It contained so many different colours. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ethan making his way over towards Cutty and a couple other Snakes. Lining up behind his friend, Simon joined the class as they headed out into the freezing night. Why were they heading outside here? What was the point? Did it have something to do with all the other lessons that they had learnt about? He had no clue. He continued chanting, watching as his flame grew bigger and more colourful. Simon remained silent but felt incredibly uneasy. He returned Ethan's glance with a worried one. He wondered if his friend was thinking about the same thing he had been. The cold was biting.

As they continued further into the frigid night, Simon tightened his grip on both his wand and his torch. Focus. Focus, Simon. It's only a silly little thought. "Kenaz Kenaz Kenaz...Ku ka ki ke ko…Kun kan kin ken kon…Ok ek ik ak uk…Kaunnnnnnnnn.." The flame grew but it wasn't enough to combat the cold. It helped a little, but that was it.

It was unusually cold. Colder than it had been during previous lessons that they had experienced outside. The temperature... Perhaps it had a correlation..? No. Simon. Don't you think about it. Focus on Botros' lesson. Nothing was wrong. Everything was fine.

Simon tried his hardest to push back the thoughts that had emerged in his head but he couldn't and he started to become slightly distracted. His flame became weaker and it became colder. He steadied himself, chanted once again, and watched as the flame grew.