He looked up and glared at the ghost, eyes warily watching the dust swirl grow. It was getting worse, getting stronger. He could not comprehend how this ghost could do this, what was it pulling from? What was she doing? His eyes moved to the ghost, the frown deepening. “Sorry, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”<br/><br/>The urge to run over, to help was tugging at him but he didn’t. “What are you doing? You are a witch what the hell are you doing? You don’t need a book to use spells why don’t you do something?” If she didn’t do something she was probably going to die. He couldn’t help her. She was right, to be able to do any spell was amazing but this; he was coming up dry.