Firaga - [Anders and Bethany]
"But fire magick is fun, Beth." Anders chuckled, casually tossing a ball of the element in question from one hand to another as though it were nothing more than a ball of paper. "Can it be dangerous? Yes. But so can a pencil if I wield it right. And you have to admit, the idea of Viscount Dumas running out of his office with his trousers ablaze demanding that Seneschal Bran swat out his ass is pretty hysterical."
He allowed the fireball to slip through his grasp, momentarily appearing as though it would tumble carelessly to the floor before it suddenly turned to ice, the hard sphere smashing when it hit against the chipped tile flooring in the rear room of his reclaimed Darktown clinic. "I won't press it, though. If you'd rather work with something else, I'm open to suggestions. You're here to practice so I want you to pick the things that have interest to you. I'm happy to teach you anything that I can, but you have many natural affinities already. I'd like to see you strengthening the tools you already have before we start adding new ones to your arsenal."