(open) I mumble the spell as I begin to create the water. After a while, I begin to start controlling it and my smile widens as I make shapes. I hear the door open to the roof and lose my concentration. Making me groan and turn to look at you.
Frozen air seemed to float out of her hand. She could not and would not let her sister be killed. And then, she looked down in horror. Frozen air was floating out of her hand! -Inspiration Paragraph Written by Me