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Her beanie pulled low on her forehead, Ivory repeated the incantation in a little musical litany as she stepped a little ways away from the other students as instructed. Didn't want anybody's newly conjured blanket to catch on fire now did she.
Tying the edges of her own said blanket around her neck just for additional warmth over her cloak, she found a good little spot and brought up her wand, the skin contact making the little regular blue flame flicker happily at its tip. It was a shame that the small core inspired flame didn't create any form of warmth. Staring woefully at it, she turned her attention to the spot in front of her.
The empty spot. Well the soon to be not so empty spot because it would be filled with a nice bundle of logs, right? Right?
The was the idea anyway.
Alright concentrate. Thinking about the incantation, she repeated it aloud again. Glad that all the repetition on the way over had resulted in the right pronunciation. Visualization though that was another matter.
Burrowing her brow in thought, she tried to think of fire wood. Camp fire wood. Dry camp fire wood. Really dry wood.
Wand moving in an X pattern, Ivory tried the spell for the first time. "Focalia." Staring down the resulting still empty space, she centered her stance and tried again this time concentrating on the wood winking into existence. "Focalia." Hmm well maybe winking into existence wasn't the best analogy. Maybe thinking about it in the form of conjuration. As in not to concentrate on where it came from but more on it being there. One second empty space the next occupied by fire wood.
Keeping this concept in her mind, she took a deep breath and tried again. "Focalia." Not more than a second later, a tiny bundle of three miniature logs appeared. Three very brittle logs. Kicking them softly with the toe of her boot she watched the wood break off easily.
Blowing out a sigh, she flicked her wand. Not bothering to light those logs on fire, she instead cast Evanesco. No point in making a fire on wood that was disintegrating. It seemed there was such a thing as too dry.
Oh well, time to try again.
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