[The brunette presses the chalk on the wooden floor, and a rather complicated 'circle' is drawn out, shape by shape.]
[When it is completed, Syre presses a finger to the very edge of it, and a brief flash lights up the lines of white. Slowly, something metallic rises from the floor.]
[...Lupin may find that, instead of the ammunition he was thinking of, Syre has formed an actual slug out of lead. There are no guns in her world. How could she know?]
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[When it is completed, Syre presses a finger to the very edge of it, and a brief flash lights up the lines of white. Slowly, something metallic rises from the floor.]
[...Lupin may find that, instead of the ammunition he was thinking of, Syre has formed an actual slug out of lead. There are no guns in her world. How could she know?]