[Lupin thought about her words for a moment before he found an analogy. Though he wasn't skilled in any form of magic, as his attempts at contacting the local spirits had taught him, there was one spell that was simple enough for even him. He fished a stub of white chalk from his pocket and recalled the trick he learned from Harry Dresden.
He drew a simple circle out on the floor between them, his thoughts focused on the intention to protect rather than on the mechanics himself. The final step, a small sacrifice that only the individual could make, was stayed momentarily. Lupin returned his gaze up to Syre and tapped just outside of the circle for emphasis.
[Action]
He drew a simple circle out on the floor between them, his thoughts focused on the intention to protect rather than on the mechanics himself. The final step, a small sacrifice that only the individual could make, was stayed momentarily. Lupin returned his gaze up to Syre and tapped just outside of the circle for emphasis.
Was it something like this?]