Elaine wasn't stupid enough to go to the Britannia library for information about magic. Nor was she going to trust anything she found on the internet. But her dreams, more and more vivid of late, had led her to two conclusions.
Firstly, that not everyone had the talent for magic, even back when Arthur ruled. If she hadn't had any natural ability, no matter how carefully she'd prepared the spell, no matter how powerful the charm, nothing would have happened. But clearly, it had worked, the magic if not the larger plan.
Secondly, she had no idea if magic would work at all anymore. But on the other hand... her past self and Lancelot were both apparently back from the dead, so her threshold for skepticism had changed quite a bit in the past year.
She'd not been dishonest - she
had spent a lot of time writing, when she wasn't at work or at Gary's. But she'd also been ordering certain used books to be shipped to her home, studying and meditating and thinking a great deal. She'd made a plan, carefully. She knew that, if this worked at all, it wasn't something to be taken lightly.
It was a candle she'd start with. Lighting it without striking a match. That seemed both satisfyingly symbolic and of a modest enough scale. She waited until after sundown, though well before midnight, not wanting to tempt fate. Then she began to try.
For a long while, there was nothing much. Just enough to convince her to keep trying.
Then at about a quarter til midnight... the words seemed to turn to molten as she spoken them, pouring out between her lips in a heavy stream. The hair on the back of her arms stood up, and she felt an odd buzzing at her temples and in her fingertips. Then she finished the spell, and the candle lit, like a switch flicking on.
But Elaine didn't see that, because at the same moment, blinding pain knocked her to the floor and out of consciousness.
The candle burned down to a stub on the plate she'd luckily placed it on. All the other lights in the apartment being out, her landlord assumed she'd gone to sleep.
The candle guttered, and eventually went out a bit before the sun rose.
Open to concerned friends or those who may have felt a relatively small but noticable magical disturbance within the city limits. Her phone is on, or the landlord is available at the house itself.