Justine didn't know what to envision and after a moment she stopped thinking all together. She let her feels take control of her senses. She might not know a lot about the wind but there was a whirlwind inside of her. If she could use that and just imagine what it'd look like outside of her. Not just anywhere but concentrated and resting a few inches above her palm.

Power crackles and sparks at the tips of her fingers as a knot of wind twists in a visible ball in her palm. It's flowing in many constant directions with no thread of similarity between the layers. It causes the wind to pick up around them and then in a snap of tension it explodes outward, sending both Harry and Justine flying in opposite directions.

Her back hit the bench of their hideaway while Harry was blown completely through the curtain. It hurt. Justine groaned and slid down onto the pillows.

"Harry? Are you okay?"