The sounds of complaints could be heard up ahead and Daniel knew that he had found a group in need of help. He hastened his steps, not because he was enthusiastic to help out but because he was feeling cold himself and as he advanced the trees near the cave, he noticed a group of hikers seated in front of it, wrapped in blankets and sleeping bags.

His dark brown eyes looked at the discarded food wrappers and then at the, who he supposed was their leader, trying to ignite them to no avail. Daniel didn't need to assess the situation because it was obvious what they needed. Wood and fire.

Daniel stepped away from the trees and joined their space. He stopped in front of the pathetic pile of food wrappers. Had they been real people, Daniel would have made a deal with them. If they gave him some of their food, he would make sure they got their fire going. However, these people were not real. Their appearance was just a conjured trick by the professor, which meant that the food was fake too and would probably vanish the moment class was over.

The urge to roll his eyes was there, but he refrained from doing so and without considering whether these people were supposed to be 'muggles' or not, Daniel pointed his wand at the ground in front of 'leader' and moved it in an X shaped pattern. "Focalia" he said, focusing on the spell with all of his might because he did not want to be here longer than necessary.

These people were irritating him already, as he didn't believe they were in any real need of help if they just stopped whining and had helped the 'leader' out earlier. Fortunately, his practice earlier had paid off and a small pile of firewood appeared on the ground on the first try. The incendio charm was one he was confident in using, as he had to use it frequently in potions classes to ignite the fire under the cauldron. So, with an almost lazy wave of his wand, he muttered the spell and lit the pile of wood on fire.

Could he leave now?