Nessie bit her lip, as the teacher blew out the candle she had lit, feeling dismayed. Was this how it was going to be? She'd struggle to light them, and the the teacher would blow them out? She looked towards the other girl, hesitated before saying, "y-y-you just need t-to...to for-fo-forget about lighting the candle, but r-r-rather th-think about th-the fl-fla-flame itself. Fu-Fuel it. Fi-fi-fire is emotional..." She trailed off, feeling like a fool, and returned to her candles. 

She stared at them once more, and took her own advice. She let her thoughts go, and formed the fire in hand once more, easier this time, but still a struggle. She hated the fire. 

She flicked three quick flames at the different wicks.