“Ut et ego mundo in alteram secat in sanguinem.”
She looked up from the notebook in her hands, eyes scanning the room for any indication her incantation had worked. She was well past the stage in her life where she expected thunder and lightning to crackle in the distance, but something would be nice. Just a little flicker of a lightbulb, or a creepy draft caressing her skin out of nowhere.
“Waste of my goddamn time,” she muttered, grabbing the pencil off the floor next to where she had knelt and scratching out another failed spell. She stood up, shoulders hunched and bottom lip jutting out as she fell onto her bed, pulling the laptop towards her. Just as she was about to type a new string of words into her web browser, the sound of her entire block’s electricity going out at once resonated through the silence that followed. She heard the crackle of lighting in the distance.
“Oh, that’s very funny!” she called out towards her window.