The books lay open, scattered. The room is a mess but for a wide circle, drawn in runes and fine dusts. This is where she stands, channeling magic into the spell.

She has privacy, for none would dare intrude on a princess, but for a moment she wants so dearly for somepony to do just that. Find her and stop her, and tell her a better way.

Then it is too late, and the spell is complete.