Practicing a spell

Fiora bit her lip, glancing up from her spell book. "Thanks again for helping me with this, Sandra. The gods know I'd never get anywhere without someone to practice my spells on."

Sandra was a blonde young woman with long wavy hair. She had always been interested in magic, but her merchant father had never indulged her in that respect, so she had to get her magic second hand.

"Don't mention it," Sandra said. "Um, this is safe, isn't it?"

"Yes?" Fiora asked. More firmly, she said, "Yes. I'm not using any spells that can hurt you no matter how badly I mess them up. Which, you know, I might not."

"You might not," Sandra agreed. "So, what spell are you going to cast?" Her voice held a mixture of eagerness and fear.

"Well, let's see. There's Charm. That will make you like me more."

Sandra's eyes widened. "You can do that?"

"With magic. Don't worry, it's not very strong and it only lasts for a few minutes. There's also Hold Person, it will make you unable to move, but again, it will wear off. Flame Swath–"

"What?"

"You'll take a potion of Fire Resistance first, of course. I probably should too, come to think of it."

"Um, did you brew the potion yourself?"

"Does it matter?"

Sandra shrugged.

"No, I did not, but even Valoi says that my potions do what they're supposed to. Usually. Casting spells is an entirely different Gibberling. There's also Teleportation, Invisibility, Levitation … there's literally a whole book of them. Any of them appeal to you?"