She scribbled fast, rapidly calculating the weight of the two of them to adjust the spell for the distance they had to move, barely managing to focus through the terror that gripped her from the thing who's area of influence was steadily creeping towards them.
There was a sound, almost like a crack as the air that had been occupying the space behind them seemed to drain away, spiralling into the warped space of the creature, the sound rapidly getting closer and closer towards them. Even with as fast as Wednesday was scribbling the spell felt like it would take years to finish.
But soon the symbol was fully drawn, glowing bright as it activated.
Frodo lept from his perch on the lockers towards his master, just as the tip of his tail suddenly started to stretch.
Wednesday closed her eye, raised her palm, and smacked it down on the glyph
There was a white flash, and the two of them vanished.
—-
The hallway shook, the walls themself seeming to tremble like the echoing warble of a beast screaming in anger and frustration. Like a coiled spring, the ground folded almost entirely in on itself before all the eldritch presence that gathered explode from the enclosed space.
And then the entire location snapped, like a bent stick snapping back into place. The creature was gone, along with any sign that it had touched the school at all.
—-
There was a sharp thud as the two of them hit the ground, their vision returning to reveal Wednesday's room above Saturday's shop. All of the walls were glowing brightly with arcane light, more symbols that Sazz may recognise as magic protection, from scrying, from incorporeal presences, from beings from beyond this plane. The defences matched Wednesday's usual neurotic preparedness.
The witch herself made no noise, save from the sound of her heavy breathing as she lay on the floor. Her one exposed eye stared up at the ceiling, unfocused, the exhaustion from the quick spell, from their escape, from encountering...that, it was all hitting her at once.
