As soon as the seat was vacated, Jason took it and began investigating the book. An aura clung to the book that was almost greasy and Jason frowned as he tried, unconsciously, to wipe his fingers on the tabletop. The brief history lesson rather explained that – they were still running across artifacts, books, and other things from the time of Voldemort. Jason was curious if there would ever be a time when things weren’t tainted by Riddle and his ancestors.
“Really?” he stopped and looked up at the older man at the mention of the dress. That was such a ridiculous thing and – try as he might – he couldn’t figure anyone that something like that would work on other than an inconvenient mistress that just needed to disappear.
The description of the hat stand made him grin, and he asked, “What were the potions?” before returning his attention to the book.
To that point, he’d only been interacting with the spells and enchantments on the book, and when Jon told him about what had happened to the woman who’d found the book he pulled his hands back and regarded the thing with a new appreciation. There was clearly something dangerous in the book and that both concerned and intrigued him.
Carefully, he opened the book and began flipping through the pages. It was a spell book, though the spells weren’t identified very well. They were clearly curses and hexes and some of them seemed awful. At the offer to try out the first spell, Jason hesitated a second. Practical magic still wasn’t his strong suit, but he was more than willing to try it. He flipped back to the front of the book and read over the spell description.
It was a battle spell for sure. The wand motion was minimal and he noticed that it incorporated most of a basic cutting hex. That intrigued him. The incantation was equally short and seemed to be descended from an ancient Egyptian incantation – something to do with darkness. After he’d gotten what he could from the basic description he rose and smiled at his coworker, “It’s nice to know that you have such confidence in me. I’ve often struggled with the actual casting of spells, but I’ll be happy to see how this goes…”
Jason lined up across from the dummy that was set in the room and concentrated on what he was doing. The spell specifically it should be directed at a foe’s eyes, which meant it was probably pretty difficult to get off in combat – the eyes, after all, were a small, moving target. With a deep breath, Jason gracefully wove his wand through the described motion and incanted the spell.
A heavy sigh escaped him as nothing happened and he grinned wryly, “And… Take two…”
It was the fourth attempt before he managed to get the spell to go off and a small burst of grey light shot across the space between him and his target, affecting against the dummy’s eyes. The spell had done nothing when connecting with the body of the target. That wasn’t the case when it successfully hit the eyes of the dummy and the readout told them – far more clinically than would have been the case with an actual target – that the spell cleanly severed the retinas from the eyes. Blindness would be complete and nearly permanent.
“Well,” he said hesitantly as he looked at the effect of the spell and thought about how easy it had been to successfully cast, “that’s one down then…”
“Where was this book found again?”Jon Crawford