"Surge forth!" Rey yelled, sounding like someone who'd spent way too many hours binge watching magical dramas, all while not having any free time.
Honestly, if he threw in a "wingardium leviosa," no one would've been surprised. His wand flared up, glowing a determined shade of blue, as if it were auditioning for a role in some grand magical production.
But this glow wasn't content with just looking pretty; it had dreams. Big ones. The particles it summoned whirled around, gathering into a dense ball of water, and then it launched itself like a cannonball with a vendetta.
The water was launched at the fire that was burning passionately, but he did not notice the fact that the table was not being burnt, and the fire was also not growing or spreading.
The projectile hit the table, but he made the water too dense. The table was knocked away with the fire still clinging on it like a paint stain that won't go away how much you wash.
