Our classmates were scattered across the field, waving their hands as they created the spell.
"Professor Maler told us to go there," Marty said, pointing at the far edge of the field. "I think he wants to keep you away from everybody else."
We went there, as I observed my classmates direct their spells at the buckets of water. Nothing seemed to happen.
"What happened when Professor Maler used the spell?" I asked Marty.
"The water boiled," he answered.
When we reached the edge of the field, I observed (in normal, physical vision), how Marty created and sent the spell at the bucket. The water released steam.
"Not quite boiling yet," he said, "but I'll get there with practice. Now, you try."
I closed my eyes, recreating the structure I saw Professor Maler make. Only they were brighter,
