"That, my friend, is the key to being a good Witch." Emerson smirked as he touched his fingers to the watch that was set upon the desk. "Act like you're bored by everything. Makes you seem smart and simultaneously harmless."
He rarely bothered pulling out the the tome he'd first consulted for the spell. He'd been at it for, what was it? Eighteen years now? If he didn't know the words by now, he might as well just turn in his goddamn Witch card. The second the beginnings of the spell were set into motion, Emerson DeWitt seemed to change. He stood straighter, extending his open palm over the watch as the sunlight seemed to intensify for a split second. His eyes were closed, and he didn't utter a word. A slight breeze filled the room, briefly but enough of a disturbance to be noted. For about thirty seconds beyond that point, all was silent. The watch burst into a flame that didn't burn neither it, nor the desk it rested upon. It died out within moments, and the atmosphere of the room returned to what it had previously been.