Wicca focused her attention on the piles of parchment before her. It was a much more involved process then Michael's was; mostly because she had never considered doing her paperwork in that way. Her attention was broken when he called out that he was done, and she groaned in response. Her pile wasn't even half done. Oh well. “Show off,” she annouced, before an eyeroll followed and her wand flicked again, finishing the rest of the signatures in her pile. “You need to teach me that spell, though,” she added when she was done. There was little doubt that Michael had invented it, he invented the most useful spells.