"We have a tough customer here, Mr. Shimizu. I guess it's time for me to give him his first "special assignment," don't you think?"
For the first time since I met Surt, he looked scared and in panic, "I think this is a bad idea, Ms. Peregrine. He is not an Ogawaran, not even a Kalalitan. A mortal, for godssake! He might lose his mind if you gave him homework."
"No, he is different, Mr. Shimizu. I am sure you can feel it in your instincts that he is no ordinary boy. Gods, how long has it been since, well, I don't want to say it since I am not sure myself," she then opened her hands in front of her face and closed her eyes in deep concentration before chanting some odd words that make no sense whatsoever, "Ethereal, forever and invisible, undying winds to my hands. Wind Elem
