Maxford sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, the astral plane surrounding him for eternity in all directions. In a breeze that didn't exist, his hair flowed slightly, and his eyes moved behind closed lids. Slowly, he became aware of another presence. He created the gestures for the plasma bolt and brought the incantation to the tip of his tongue, then snapped his eyes open, half-pronounced the word of power, then dispersed the energy. "Master." He bowed his head in reverence.
"My son." The voice was not the dry whisper of the dead, but a voice full of life and laughter. With a snap of his fingers, the elderly man created a pair of cups and a pot of tea to appear between himself and his orange-haired student. "I have a job for you." He continued, pouring out the tea. He stroked the white wisps of his beard, then handed Max his tea. "The humans defile our most sacred of rites. They have created technology that has, for want of a better word, a soul." Max choked on his tea, spluttering for a moment, then cleared his throat.
"An automaton with a soul, master? Such a thing is sacrilege!" The older conjuror nodded for a moment, then placed the empty cup in the air between them. It hung there, orbiting the teapot. "You wish me to destroy it?" He asked, flexing his fingers. His knuckles made a cracking sound. He created a few simple gestures with his hands and spoke a single syllable. A glowing trail, lit in all 8 colours of the spectrum, shot into the distance, and from the astral plane, made it's way on the planet called Earth. "A simple dowsing spell." He said, by way of answer, looking past his master at the children in their white robes. He switched his glance to his master. "A bigger class than I expected." His master shrugged. "They are to observe?" His master nodded, then gestured, longer, faster and with far greater complexity than Max had, and threw a handful of dust, surrounding the children with a large sphere that rippled in eight colours.
"Extract the soul, if you can. Then bring it to me. Should the machine present a problem, destroy it." Max stood, and walked away, the sphere following him, safely shielding the children from becoming casualties. The prismatic sphere was an incredibly powerful incantation, constructed of eight different spheres to shield the protected individual(s) from almost any kind of attack. Max could use it as a weapon, and the children would not feel a thing. He wondered why his master had tasked him with the class, but dared not question it. The glowing trail would lead him to his target.
Max dropped through the portal, ensured the sphere was still with him, and closed the doorway to the astral plane. Before him he saw the sacrilegious thing in question. "Ho there!" He called, stretching his arms and flexing his fingers, The dowsing spell invisibly marked the being before him as the one he sought. "Automation!" His voice left no doubt, no reason for anyone to question him. "I am Maxford Swift, Sorceror of the Eighth Grade, Deputy High Master of the Occult Institution, Guardian of the Dungeon Dimensions, and I say unto thee, thou shalt accompany me to the Institution where thy stolen spirit may be set free into the astral plane! Ye shall come to no harm, as long as ye doth not fight me."