As the details were finalized for their next meeting, Vivienne adjusted her cushion and neatly arranged her robes under her knees. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized she had additional time to get ready for the upcoming exam. While collecting her notes and personal items, Vivienne found herself appreciating the continuous guidance and support provided over the semester. Fueled by a newfound determination, she embarked on crafting her study timetable to secure triumph in the upcoming exam.

She whispered the incantation a few times to herself, “Ferula… Fer-ROOL-lah…”, until her tongue didn’t trip over the unfamiliar syllables. With a deep breath, she raised her wand and prepared to cast the spell, hoping it would work as intended. The air around her crackled with energy as she focused all her concentration on the task at hand. As she channeled her magic into the wand, a faint glow began to emanate from its tip, signaling that the spell was about to be unleashed.

“Ferula,” she said aloud, guiding her wand with precision as a bandage materialized around her injured limb, providing support and relief. She sighed in relief, grateful for her skills in magic in times of need. She knew that without her wand and knowledge of spells, she would have been in significant discomfort and unable to continue on with her day. With a smile, she continued on her journey, confident in her abilities to overcome any obstacle that may come her way.