The anticipation bubbled within her as Aurora made her way to the enchanted garden. She was eager to meet her potions teacher, Mr. Finch, and her dear friend Celeste, she was also excited to show Celeste the new skills she had learnt. She thought she would be able to make potions as well as she could cast spells.
With a sense of excitement coursing through her veins, she decided to spend some time practising her spellcasting before the arrival of her teacher and Celeste. Recalling a spell from the ancient Tome, she furrowed her brow in concentration, trying to remember the exact incantation.
"Um…Aha, Ventus Levitas," she uttered, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. To her amazement, a gentle breeze sprouted forth from her palms, swirling around her in a delicate dance. It was a small gust at first, but Aurora couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her successful casting.
Determined to push her magical abilities further, Aurora focused her energy, channelling it into the spell. With a newfound resolve, she spoke the incantation once more, pouring all her concentration into the magic. This time, a powerful gust of wind erupted from her hands, swirling through the garden and kicking up a cloud of dust in its wake.
As the dust settled and Aurora coughed, trying to clear her vision, she spotted Mr. Finch approaching. Panic gripped her heart as she feared his reaction to her impromptu spellcasting. She moved over to him hesitantly, her heart pounding with apprehension.
To her surprise, Mr. Finch's reaction was not what she expected. His mouth hung agape, his eyes wide with disbelief as he surveyed the aftermath of her spell. "Oh, Aurora, you've certainly caused quite a stir," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe.
Aurora's heart sank, unsure of whether she had impressed or disappointed her teacher. "Yes, I did," she admitted hesitantly, unable to meet his gaze.
But to her relief, Mr. Finch's expression softened, a glimmer of admiration shining in his eyes. "Gee, I haven't seen spells like that since I was a little boy," he remarked, his tone filled with genuine awe. "By the way I see it, and I'm no spell-casting expert, you've done extremely well, Your Highness."
Just then, Celeste arrived, her curiosity piqued by the commotion that was coming from the sacred garden which was always so serene. "What's all this hullabaloo about?" she inquired, glancing between Aurora and Mr. Finch.
Mr. Finch's eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to Celeste. "My dear, I just witnessed a new upcoming of Princess Aurora in spellcasting," he explained proudly. "Now, let's see just how well you'll do in potion making."