Citrine, eager to showcase her unique talent, steps forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She waves her wand and casts a spell she's been working on for weeks. A cloud of swirling colors emerges from her wand tip, filling the room with a symphony of scents: sweet lilac, tart lemon, and the faint hint of pine. The other students, used to flashy lights and explosive cantrips, stare in amazement as the smells weave together, creating a mesmerizing pattern that dances around the room.
The scents solidify into delicate shapes: a bouquet of roses, a sparkling fountain of mint-infused water, and a miniature forest of evergreens. Each element hovers in the air, emitting its own distinct fragrance. Citrine giggles, her eyes sparkling with pride as the crowd gasps and claps. Despite the initial shock at the stench, they're now captivated by the beauty of her magic.
One of the teachers, a stern-looking elf named Elara, raises an eyebrow. "Impressive, Citrine," she says begrudgingly, her voice laced with skepticism. "But how practical is such magic in the real world?"
Citrine, unfazed by Elara's challenge, takes a deep breath. "Oh, it's quite practical," she says with a smile, her eyes narrowing in concentration. She snaps her fingers and the minty fountain transforms into a refreshing mist that wafts over to Elara, who sneezes in surprise. "For instance, this mint spell can be used to clear the air in a stale library or during a particularly potent potions class. And the roses?" She gestures to the bouquet, which releases a gentle, calming fragrance. "They can be a peaceful greeting or a subtle signal during covert missions."
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