A Summoner's Rest

I leaned against a thick stack of notebooks, catching my breath after a full day of desktop expeditions. Right beside me, the silver paperclip I scavenged earlier gleamed in the golden glow of the desk lamp. Flipping open my trusty grimoire with a flick of my wrist, I traced the geometric diagrams on the parchment, practicing my incantation stances in the quiet shadows. A tiny blue glass bead rolled past my boot from behind a pencil holder; I stopped it deftly with the heel of my foot. Even a dashing summoner needs an evening to review his spells and count his hard-earned spoils before tomorrow's adventures!