The training room had walls of stone and a floor of wood. There were burn marks on every wall and on the floor, remains of failed fire and explosive spells. Alina stood in the middle as Simon leaned against the east wall.
"Try again" Simon told Alina.
Alina sighed and focused hard and muttered under her breath, "Lascia che il fuoco voli attraverso l'aria." She moved her hands one on top of the other until a ball of fire formed in between. She lifted it above her head, and threw it. A flame of great proportion flew around the room and singed some hairs on Simon's head.
"Good job. Lets move on to an explosive spell," Simon suggested as he examined his singed hair in a mirror nearby.
"Can't we take a break. We have been at this all morning!" Alina complained.
"We can take a break for an hour or two, after you try an explosive spell," Simon said still examining his hair.
"Alright," Alina said. She stared at Simon and slowly slipped out of the room. Simon noticed nothing as she ran off and back to her room.
Simon turned his head, saw that Alina was gone and sighed, "She will never learn will she."
Author Note: Please comment what you think of my story so far!