Aizere's Point of View
The adrenaline from the duel still hummed in my veins as Ezrain and I walked down the long, arched corridor. Leo was trotting happily between us, his tiny wings giving a little flutter with every jump, while Snow trailed behind with her usual silent elegance.
"You're holding your wand too tightly when you cast Stupefy," Ezrain said, his voice gentle but firm. "Loosen your grip. Let the wood breathe, and the magic will flow without you forcing it."
"I'll remember that," I replied, glancing up at him.
"Though I think I did well for someone who was ten feet in the air."
He was about to respond when we turned the corner and saw Enzo. He wasn't alone. He was talking to a man I had never seen before like someone who radiated a different kind of power than the Shadow
