Walking through the great hall at night, Lily feels a sense of calm as she stands in the same spot her training began. As her mind lingers on the sound of Gabriella's words. Exhaling her breath, she focuses on the palm of her hand, watching as a small flame comes to life. Protecting the delicate flicker becomes greater as she watches a small ball begin to form.
Lily quiets her mind as she begins to wonder something about the flame. Staring at the flame, she whispers soft, gentle words to it. Praising both the flame and the coldness of the touch. The flame flickers softly as she feels less of a burden to her mind to maintain it.
Lily slowly passes her fingers through the flames as she feels the soft rippling pull at her flesh as she passes her fingers through. The soft flames dance across her fingertips as she focuses on the feeling. The flame diminishes. Lily presses her fingers into the ball of fire in her hand as it seems to disappear beneath her skin.
