Awed by everything unfurling before her, Hermione marveled at the sight in front of her.
It was the second day already of learning how to ace her powers and ability. Yet, each and every time she made a single light glistened from her palm, she was appalled and flabbergasted.
Each and everything she made a certain leaf to consume in flame, she would gape at her hands all day long.
Today, she was taken to a more solitary spot in the black forest, confined by nature only and dry twigs and dead branches. It was more deserted and filled with rocks, both gigantic and small.
She, Ottilia and The Witch Queen. Her purple toe long skirt was being blown westward in the strong fervor of the wind that blew from one direction only.
Hermione stood still, eyes focused nattily on the silver rings placed in front of her in loops.
She was besieged by the rings, while Elphaba and Ottilia stood far from it as they watched her from the exterior.