008 ◦
[Remus has, for once, taken to exploring the great outdoors rather than studying in a dark cozy corner of the lounge. He still has a few books on hand, inside a brown, aged-looking book bag he's placed on the grass. For today's adventure he's picked a secluded area of Central Park, where there is no overhang of leaves.
He's opening and closing his right hand repeatedly at the moment, and each time he opens it he whispers the word:] Incendio! No... that's not quite...
[After several minutes of repetition, much to Remus' surprise, a tiny flame ignites in his palm only to disappear a second later as his hand recoils.] Ouch!
He's opening and closing his right hand repeatedly at the moment, and each time he opens it he whispers the word:] Incendio! No... that's not quite...
[After several minutes of repetition, much to Remus' surprise, a tiny flame ignites in his palm only to disappear a second later as his hand recoils.] Ouch!