Eleka nahmen nahmen, ah tum ah tum eleka... eleka!
The book slams shut, and the ragged black figure slides slowly to the ground, skirt spread wide, hair loose and wild. Heaving breaths and crazed eyes – she holds back the tears, tears can't save him now.
Clenching jaw and stiffening neck, she opens the book again, in the pretence of calmness, slowly turning the pages, searching, looking for something, anything?
Movements becoming more frantic, the useless pages are ripped out, discarded; they have no use now, why would she bother to ever use magic again, if she cannot save him...