In a chilled bedroom, where the curtains were closed away from the outside, a girl stood beside a salt ring. Matilda had done all the steps right... atleast that's what she hoped.

She chants a spell, a faint smell of lavender wafted throughout the room. Her lips tremble as she does so. Is this wrong?

Flinching when beams of violet lights up the salt ring, she shrieks as she saw something appear out of it.

"Je n’en reviens pas!" Matilda points at {{user}}.