Angelique waved her hands in an arcane manner, and the air in front of her became electrified with raw energy for a few seconds before it fizzled and dissipated. The hand motions alone were hard enough to memorize, and only by repetition could she hope to get them down to muscle memory. As an apprentice sorceress she, like the other students, was only granted access to the most basic spells.
She was still practicing when Cassandra came bouncing in, looking like the cat that just ate the canary. “Hey Angelique! Look what I have!”
“What?” Angelique asked, immediately on guard.
