While Eleven finds and prepares a workstation, Tenn regards the professor demonstrating the movements to a wayward team. Yes, the second and third strokes are the same length. And he must begin and complete the incantation within the movements.

"That won't be necessary. I believe I have it now." Maintaining a sensible distance from his assigned partner and directing his practice at the wall for good measure, Tenn conducts the spell once again. "Sense magic."

And he does. Abruptly. All at once. Like the ocean suddenly roaring in his ears, except it's every spell being cast from every side now amplified to headache-inducing hypersensitivity. One too many fainting spells in the past have granted Tenn the reflex of grabbing the nearest chair and collapsing properly in it instead of on the floor.