"Not good enough." Simon said. "This is your homework."
He motioned a hand at the leaves around her feet, and destroyed them all. Giving her nothing immediately available to work with. She'd have plenty of aggravation toward him to use to work on her craft.
"You'll do this until you can match me perfectly. I do mean perfectly when I say it. Every bob and weave. Every jump. Every twitch. Not one bit of that was out of my control. You'll do this until you can do it a hundred times in a row without tiring, and do it perfectly. Do you understand? When you think you've got that down, find me again. It'll be easier for you to do so next time, you shouldn't need Phaedra's bridge. All you've got to do is think about tracking me down, and I'll find you. Which you won't do until you've mastered the leaves."
Simon slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He looked over the girl. She learned fast, but he was far from actually impressed with her. Perhaps one day she would develop into the witch she claimed, what he was seeing of her thus far, she didn't have that potential. Maybe she would surprise him. Wouldn't that be a lovely twist.