Chris looked up from his writing, the old green book open to a page and he paused mid stanza. Honestly, he didn't expect her to be beautiful. Maybe he should have but it took him a bit by surprise. He stepped out from behind the book, wishing he could just download the contents of his brain to the book like downloading a video from the internet. Looking around, he thought maybe he should have remade more of the attic, it looked half finished, disjointed. Especially to someone who had spent so much time up there. But Chris had a mission. Book first, attic later.

"Spells. My family has a book of them, and magical information. But since I was taken here without it, I'm trying to record it here from memory. And you know, if I don't remember it correctly, things might explode. Or turn invisible or something. Ingredients and wording kind of has to be right. I'm Chris, by the way."