"Wimp!" the older kid up in the tree declared, pushing the blond-haired kid.
He lost his balance and screamed as his body plummeted toward the ground.
The younger boys shouted for help.
Logan cursed under his breath, opening his mouth to cast a spell, but I extended my hand, spreading my fingers out.
"Wind!"I called out the one word that triggered a large gust of wind to appear above the boy as he fell to the ground.
The gust of wind doubled in size, catching the boy and keeping him hovering in the air.
His fear-filled eyes met mine, and tears ran down his cheeks.
Logan left my side, marching straight to the other boys who crawled on the ground to move away from the whirlpool of wind then scrambled to get up.
They immediately stood with their backs straight, like Logan was a drill sergeant.
Logan looked up at the ginger-haired boy.
"Get down here, NOW!" he snarled, and even I was taken back by his sudden anger.
Logan was a patient person who normally kept his cool, making this a rare occurrence, to say the least.
The boy flinched at Logan's harsh tone and immediately jumped out of the tree, using magic to lower himself safely to the ground.
I remained where I was but urged the wind to calm with my mind while pulling back my magic.
The blond boy lowered to the ground, and I completely shut off my magic.
I lowered my hand, ignoring how it trembled by slipping it into the pocket of my dress.
The boy began to sob loudly, and the black-haired boy who was standing in the middle of the group went over to console him, asking if he was okay.
"Do you understand what you just did could have got him seriously hurt?! In fact, he could have died if my girlfriend didn't save him!" Logan roared, and the boys lowered their heads in shame.
The black-haired boy pointed to the ginger kid.
"It's Nathan's fault. He made him climb up and then pushed him."
The ginger-haired boy named Nathan flinched, gritting his teeth as he began to quiver in place. "I . . . He said he could use wind magic! I was just proving that he was lying."
"Maybe he lied because he didn't want to be bullied about what he can and can't do! You guys aren't even old enough to be learning such spells, LET ALONE testing them out without adult supervision. What would you have done if he hit his head and began to bleed out?!" Logan demanded.
The boys remained silent, and Nathan's eyes began to pool with tears.
"See?! You'd stand there and cry. You would be put in jail for killing someone because they couldn't be 'oh so cool like you' and do a spell none of you are even properly trained to do,” Logan scolded.
They all began apologizing, and Nathan moved to the kid and apologized for pressuring and pushing him out of the tree.
Logan took a deep breath, crossing his arms.
"I better not see this again, or I'll make sure all your parents are informed. Understood?!"
"Yes, sir!" they all replied quickly, bowing their heads once more. "Go straight home," Logan ordered.
All of them began to leave, but the blond-haired boy stopped, turning around and quickly running up to me.
He bowed his head.