Everyday for the rest of the twenty-eight day cycle, Dylan returned to the tree...first touching at it bark with his bare hands...and then working with his galdr. It was always the same thing, too. He'd have trouble initially locating it and then it would pop up...and rubbing and meddling would commence.

For the last couple of days, he'd brought along special flowers to offer up to his tree. Dylan had no particular reasons for doing this...but it'd felt right to do so. The type of flower varied...but there was usually always flowers. It was legit because the Slytherin Captain was seeing the yew tree more than he was his own girlfriend even. So...flowers seemed about right.

Those textured gloves had been an awesome investment, too. He'd used them everyday...Just constantly rubbing at the wood...and then there would be the portion with him removing the gloves and just infusing his natural magic into it...Dylan figured Professor Botros would appreciate that approach, too...because of the amount of touching he'd done to the tree trunk.

Molding and meddling...

Rubbing...

Finally, he'd completed the process and carried the runic wand back to the castle. There was carving to do...