You then resolve on an elf. You cough a bit as you try to get the attention of your fellow classmates.
"I will demonstrate the illusion of an elf," you solemnly announce to the room.
"Yeah, probably his mother," Sweet Anne shouts. Sweet Anne got her nickname because she is the exact opposite of a sweet girl, insensitive, rude, a trouble maker, everything the Goddess forbids. Even though Anne doesn't look too bad with her long blond hair and a smile that almost never fades from her face, she is still the most obnoxious girl you have ever met.
"Anne don't try my patience," Nut tells her. "Just go for it," he instructs you.
You then concentrate, you close your eyes and try remembering the spell. While you recite the spell, you have to think clearly of the person. You have to remember every detail, what kind of shoes, their hair, chest size. You probably wouldn't have it right the first time but you try it anyway. Thinking about the elf you saw in the book, you still remember her sitting against a tree, with her cute ears and those eyes that would pierce you when you looked at them.
Your classmates mumble as you feel the magic coming from your hand. You don't dare to open your eyes, it would probably ruin your concentration. You then concentrate about her midriff, her belly looking soft yet stern and...
"Ouch!" You feel something hitting you. You look around and see sweet Anne grinning with chewed paper on her desk. She would make pieces of paper fly in the air and then hit you right in the face. The previous day she had hit you again while you were just reading, you hated her so much.
"Keep your focus, Mead!" Nut says. You look over and saw the shape of your illusion changing. You had to focus on the elf, but then you feel another wad of wet paper hit you again. You would love to make her pay for it, but realize that she's doing it to make you lose your concentration.
You feel the magic fading as the spell completes; you open your eyes to see the spell hasn't worked as it should. Instead of the elf sitting against an imaginary tree, .... was sitting there.
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