There. That seemed like a start. Now to write the associated arithmantic equations and set the revealing spell to her wand. A few hours of work later and she was finished. Exhausted and wary, but hopeful. She had set the spell to display a translucent crown on the head of any wizard that met her exacting demands. It had been her own joke in her search for her Prince Charming. Normally one didn’t dream of a Prince Charming who would tie them up and fuck them until they were hoarse, but then, that’s what made it amusing. Irony. 