EMILY
Jonathan abruptly straightened, snapping his fingers. “Okay, first thing... that was poetic as f*ck. And girl, you’re absolutely right. To hell with the lot of them! Now, why don't we summon some of that magic, eh? ”
I pushed myself up as well, offering a nonchalant shrug. “Well, the morning seems quite... fitting for a bit of enchantment!”
With Jonathan’s gaze now firmly upon me, his eyes wide with anticipation, I extended my hand. “This should be rather interesting.”
In an instant, flames materialised, suspended in mid-air, swirling and dancing with a chaotic exuberance that transformed the moment into a veritable spectacle.
“Good heavens!” Jonathan gasped, “I’d snap some photos, but that wouldn't be very wise, would it?”
With both hands now outstretched, I twirled my fingers
