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<Queensfort Studies | Open Grounds>
"~Gather In Me! Oh Glorious Flames. Cinders Of Warmth, Burn My Enemies!~ [Fireball]!!"
*PSHH—BOOM*
Enchantments, a classic procedure for [Conjure]s. As said, a miniature ball of fire shot towards a sandbag target. Burning further an already singed surface, the crowd cheers.
"HA! HA! HA! Feast your eyes! Witness the power of the Willingson Family. You peasants have no such place in this prestigious school!"
Announced the obnoxious entrant whilst talking down to the other contenders. There was gossiping among the crowd, bad-mouthing the young noble.
"How's that! Judges?"
"Yes, Next Entry!"
"...huh?"
"NEXT. ENTRY."
"Y-YES!"
*runs off*
They were outside, setting up a large tent. There were five dummy targets standing in fair distance from the cast zone. From the line of examinees outside, Mariel steps up the stage and begins.
"You may begin."
"~Nature's Blessing, Full Of Grace. Help The Wounded, Brim With Life~ [Heal]!"
*Bright Glow*
*Cheering*
The dilapidated targets were now glistening-new. Cheers could be heard all over, even the three stone-faced judges were clapping.
"Eh? Ah...um *bows
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