 Pet, Nuzzle, Bite. Mherrfph. | Paris, Roma, Home Again | Possible Lovegood
Protective gloves, on! Though they didn't fit Charisa's hands. They kind of just hung limp, awkwardly three sizes too big. Protective eyewear came next! But Charisa soon found that they were harder to get on than expected. She shook the gloves off her hands, making it easier for her to put on the glasses, then on came the gloves for round two.
Taking out her wand, Charisa pointed it at her desk, keeping her thoughts steadily focused on her chosen rune, Thurisaz, and its good meanings. Like the purging of the negative, study, and concentration. Yeah, definitely not conflict or hardship.
"Intaglio thurisaz, thurisaz, thurisaz..." Charisa thought hard about the rune and its beneficial uses as she recited the incantation and ran her wand over the part of the surface of the wood where she wanted the rune to appear. Gradually, the marks being scratched in began to look like a rune. Pleased, Charisa continued. "Thurisaz... thursiaziz..." DARN. Her rune stopped growing more rune-like.
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