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Hector pinches the bridge of his nose, staring at the floor of the Prospero and Michael Scott Memorial Library. Having commandeered the floor of the main building and shoved everything into the stacks, he and Wyn have drawn five concentric circles on the floor (with different colors of ribbon carefully taped to the floor, despite Wyn's enthusiastic suggestion of multi-colored Sharpies) and filled them in with what would appear to be squiggles of salt. Once the spell is activated, they will coalesce into a form of magical shorthand that actually make sense; for now, they remain shapeless gibberish. There's a narrow path that remains open to the center of the circles, whch will allow Shchel to actually enter the transport spell.
By now he has removed his tie (which is nothing short of a miracle if you believe Wyn) and has rolled up his sleeves, collapsing into a nearby chair to wait. Wyn, who for reasons unbeknownst to anyone save herself is wearing a pink sparkly top hat which clashes immensely with the plum-colored plaid of her vest, has propped her feet up on a table and is typing excitedly on her pocket computer.
By now he has removed his tie (which is nothing short of a miracle if you believe Wyn) and has rolled up his sleeves, collapsing into a nearby chair to wait. Wyn, who for reasons unbeknownst to anyone save herself is wearing a pink sparkly top hat which clashes immensely with the plum-colored plaid of her vest, has propped her feet up on a table and is typing excitedly on her pocket computer.