Kari Bell adjusted her horns, feeling a prickle of anticipation. The pumpkins weren’t quite right yet. They hovered just above the window frame, shimmering orange orbs refusing to coalesce into a perfect heart shape. It was a new spell, combining levitation with illusion – tricky even for someone as practiced as she was. She focused her energy, willing the gourds closer, tighter. This Valentine’s Day offering had to be special; a beacon of bittersweet joy in the old chapel. The dark heart in her hand throbbed faintly, a sympathetic resonance with the floating pumpkins. A guest coughed nearby. Time to finalize the display, before anyone noticed the magic wasn't fully formed.