He waited.

Nothing happened.

He stood there a little longer.

Nothing.

He swallowed, his ears buzzing; a little, high-pitched squeak escaped from his throat. He turned around; to his surprise, the sorcerer Valerion seemed to be smiling.

"That's quite alright; you are just starting, after all". He stood up and walked to the wall. Adrien stepped to the side and Valerion placed himself in front of the circle to examine it. Adrien stared at him, his neck cold with sweat, his mouth dry, his hair wound onto his fingers.

"Ah -- that's quite elegant, Adrien, but --".

"-- but? --", Adrien squeaked, his stomach twisting with anxiety.