IllusiveShade
Your regular shady illusion
Plestil looked at the unruly kid. This was near being too much. All she had to do was move those hurdles, but she was ignoring his authority as a teacher. He looked her in her eyes, his burning with fury, and placed the end of his cane in the middle of her chest and pushed her backwards onto the wall. "Now I don't want to say it again, Emma, but you are forcing me to act unpleasant. Just take out the hurdles, then the mattresses, and get your feet MOVING." He said calmly ending in a yell, still letting more pressure building onto her chest via the cane of gold.