Four large glass beakers filled with different colored liquids levitated from the shelf. On Terrence's command, the beakers flew through the air, targeting Madam Lawrence's head.
All the muscles in her body tensed up and she stared intently at the beakers, willing them to stop. Three of them obeyed and halted in mid-air, dangling there for a moment before crashing at her feet. Splinters of broken glass sparkled while the liquids bubbled and sizzled on the floor.
The fourth beaker continued towards her. She ducked just in time; it narrowly missed her face. It sailed over her head and broke against the wall.
It had been a long time since Madam Lawrence practiced telekinesis. Her powers were "rusty" and it showed. This thrilled Terrence all the more. He threw his arms open wide.
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