Alright. Shell carved? Cheque. Blood gotten? Cheque. He was missing the hot poker was all. He scooted away from the desk carrying his shell for a certain amount of paranoia and finding a poker, took it back with him where he could finish the process of getting that little shell to crack.

It was sort of destructive, this process and form of Divination. Playing with blood and fire and causing a slow, elegant ruin of an item. He felt this as he uncorked the phial of blood and poured the entirety of it's contents onto the surface where he'd carved one of his many aliases. Using his fingers, he rubbed the blood into the name to make it stand out more. Then, holding the poker and getting blood all over the handle end, he casted on it.

"Incendio." Fire ignited from the end of his wand and he watched the poker become red and orange with heat. When he thought it was hot enough, Cutty pressed it into the turtle shell. The sight was lovely, but the sound...the sound was what really got him. His personal moment of zen.