Irene walked up to her room and leaned in the center of the doorway, looking a tad uncomfortably at the small bursts of flames he was conjuring. Some rapid and irrational fear warned her that he was going to do something stupid and set the floor on fire or something, and it might spread through the entire building - or worse, her garden. Oh god, the poor carrots. ;_;
No, Irene, let's not get carried away.
She cleared her throat, as if to grab at his attention. "So, how come you're just sitting here?" she asked quietly, crossing her arms.