[ WP ] Write a story about an elderly wizard and his young female apprentice .

The old man caressed his long, white beard as he hunched over the cauldron, vapor rising from it's boiling contents. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the strange and exotic smells. 
 
 `` Needs more Widower's tears...'' he mumbled to himself, taking a few steps to a gnarled, old tree trunk that had some compartments carved in it's husk. Standing on shelves waited vials and bottles, boxes and cups, all filled with a lifetime of collected ingredients. 
 
 The old man gently retrieved a heavy glass bottle from the trunk, little orbs clacking against each other inside. 
 
 He returned to the cauldron and reached inside the glass bottle. The orbs felt cold and smooth as his wrinkled fingers ran over their surface. Retrieving three, he held them over the cauldron. 
 
 This part would be tricky. He had to carefully drop one orb after the other into the mixture for the spell to work, all while reciting the passage of Zur'ha'men'go'ra's Third book on potions and curses. He rolled his eyes at the thought. He had met Zur'ha'men'go'ra, and the guy was really full of himself. 
 
 He pushed the thought back and concentrated on the cauldron. The first orb dropped. 
 
 `` Widower's tears and Hellcat talons... `` he began reciting. 
 
 The door crashed open, the young woman that entered almost as loud as the crash of the door. The old wizard dropped the other two orbs, startled. 
 
 `` Master! Master!'' The young woman began blabbering immediately. The old wizard grimaced. The potion was ruined. 
 
 `` I had a question regarding your task for me!'' 
 
 `` Did n't I give you a specific task, Aveline?'' 
 
 The'specific task' really was him trying to get some peace and quiet from her. He had given her the task of providing light for one of his lilly-flowers without moving them. He had thought of something like reflecting light magically into the chamber the flowers stood in, or making the walls disappear. 
 
 `` Yeah, and I think I solved it!'' Aveline exclaimed. 
 
 `` So, what did you do?'' the old wizard replied, quenching the fire beneath the cauldron. `` A reflection spell? An artificial su-'' 
 
 `` I blasted the south-side section of the chamber! Now the flower will have sunlight all day!'' 
 
 The old wizard remained silent. She had got to be joking, right? 
 
 `` You... you what?'' 
 
 `` I blasted the southside section of the wall. A simple explosion spell, Master Uuthar! You'd be proud of me how easy it was!'' 
 
 Uuthar hurried past her, forgetting to dump the still hot contents of the cauldron. Out of his little chamber he ran, Aveline following him joyfully. 
 
 He stopped outside, observing the destruction. Aveline had indeed blasted away parts of the tower. Uuthar's lilly-flower stood amidst the rubble, pristine. 
 
 `` This tower was built by the archmage of my order... our order, Aveline. Over 600 years ago. No one has conquered, destroyed or damaged it since its construction.'' 
 
 `` What do you think, master? Proud of my handiwork?'' 
 
 Aveline stood beside Uuthar, her hands folded behind her back. She smiled that smile Uuthar had first seen when he took her in when she was just a baby. He had to smile, too. 
 
 `` I have to admit, Aveline. It's quite the sight.'' 
 
 She beamed, her mouth widening even further into a grin. 
 
 `` And who knows. Maybe it was time that we got a balcony. 
 
 He put an arm around her and together they returned to his study. Uuthar had to smile. This girl would do great things one day. If she managed not to destroy the Mage's tower before that.
