As soon as the word left his mouth, Ghent felt a pang of regret. He knew darn well that he'd mispronounced the spell. Either nothing would happen, or all heck would break loose. The later of the two happened almost immediately.
	There was an odd, indescribable tingling that moved from his hand to his body. The suddenness of the sensation was enough for Ghent to open his eyes, and from there he got a good look at his very first spell.
	"Whoa!" The bolts of energy shot out in every direction, each leaving a permanent reminder of their swift but hazardous existence. 
	Understandably, Ghent's mind was in a frenzy. The fact that he'd actually gotten the magic to work rendered him speechless, but then he remembered Elayra. She was right in the line of fire. 
	"H-hey! Look out!" The warning would've been too late, but thankfully Elayra was quicker on her feet then Ghent was with his words.
	After the last bolt vanished, Ghent slowly lowered his hand, unable to tear his eyes away from the newest markings on the tables. For a while, he stared like a deer in headlights, unable to believe what he'd witnessed.
	"What the heck was that?!" Ghent spoke in a hushed tone, afraid to speak in fear of what he may conjure next. "[i]Oh man[/i]...that definitely wasn't a shield!"
	Using real magic would have excited most teenagers, but Ghent could hardly see how this was any reason to celebrate. Sure, he'd somehow gotten the magic to work, but he'd messed up. Elayra had every reason to be mad him; he'd mispronounced the spell and may have gotten her hurt. [i]Or worse.[/i] If the bolt was enough to mark the concrete, Ghent didn't want to know what it may have done to human flesh. 
	"Hey, you alright? Sorry, I..." [i]Wait.[/i] Was Elayra[i] grinning? [/i] This was the first time Ghent had seen her with an expression other than annoyance or anger towards him. Ghent squinted to be sure. Nope. She was grinning, alright. The show of emotion probably wasn't going to last long, but he couldn't help but smile too. If he'd gotten even an ounce of her approval, he must have done [i]something[/i] right. 
	"I dunno what's more surprising..." Ghent rounded the table, tracing his finger over one of the many bolt marks. "The fact that I used magic, or the fact that you're actually smiling for once."