(first punch) ah, hawthorn wands
[Before supper one evening, Touma stands at the front of an empty classroom, small items such as books, still photographs, quills, and bits and pieces from his potion-making kit on the tables.]
Accio spine of lionfish!
[The small container jerks slightly, but doesn't come to him. His subsequent attempts barely get the container across the table.
[He tries something else, aiming at a still photograph of a blue boxer on a table near the door.]
Accio Gaomon photo!
[That doesn't do much better either. How nice, his actual dog listens to him but he can't Summon a photo of him. Irritated, he tries again, only for the photo to actually fly out the door away from him instead.]
Accio spine of lionfish!
[The small container jerks slightly, but doesn't come to him. His subsequent attempts barely get the container across the table.
[He tries something else, aiming at a still photograph of a blue boxer on a table near the door.]
Accio Gaomon photo!
[That doesn't do much better either. How nice, his actual dog listens to him but he can't Summon a photo of him. Irritated, he tries again, only for the photo to actually fly out the door away from him instead.]