<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.us/a/img17/2756/zatannamistressofmagicb.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Zatanna "Zee" Zatara<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Metropolis Graveyard<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Jenny Sparks and The Justice League<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Her name was spoken and Zatanna’s eyes opened as she awoke from her meditation. She rose to her feet and gazed upon the blonde that had addressed her, another new face she would meet today.<br/><br/>“If you have the supplies, then I can place a ward big enough to protect this whole city from her dark magic. She won’t be able to cast her dark powers, but I’m sure she has other spells that everyone needs to look out for,” Zatanna answered.<br/><br/>The magician followed Jenny as she escorted her to where they kept their magic. As they neared the room, her senses were already detecting magical traces that had her baby blues glimmering with interest. She followed Jenny back into the main room, listening to her explanation about society and some agency. Zatanna honestly didn’t know much about what she was talking about when it came to government programs, but she overall understood her plea. They needed her help in the magic department and even though Zee didn’t think she was a great expert, she did have to accept that her knowledge in the arcane put her up there with the best. Modesty aside, this group of heroes were trying to protect people from those who desired only to cause harm. This was a better job than being some late-night magic show hostess any day.<br/><br/>“You got it,” Zee told Jenny with an excited smile. “Let’s start by putting this witch in her place.”<br/><br/>As soon as Jenny would set down the box, Zatanna raised her hands and the cardboard box opened on its own before a large, old tome leapt from it to hover before her. Keeping her hands raised, the book opened and the pages began flipping so fast that a small gust blew back the wavy strands of her hair. The mistress’s eyes were still with concentration and one could only imagine the possibility of her brain being able to skim such a large book that fast. The pages stopped on a page which held the drawing for a magic circle. Taking her elusive wand in hand, Zatanna stepped back and pointed it at the floor. A white light shot from the end and she began burning the drawing into the floor.<br/><br/>“Sorry,” she apologized. “I’ll get rid of it when I’m done.”<br/><br/>The circle took ten minutes to draw with all of its detail and runes. When it was finished, the circle flared to life in a soft white glow.<br/><br/>“Finished. With this circle, conjuring the ward will be a cinch. Unfortunately though, I must remain as the pillar to hold the spell true. Nothing is ever permanent. I must remain inside this circle, but don’t worry. If you guys ever need me, I’ll hear you, and I’ll do everything in my power to help.”<br/><br/>Zatanna smiled softly as she waited for the cue to begin the spell.</span></span>