Words blurred and buzzed together more often with the rising of the sun. Alistair had been sifting through spellbooks the entire night, he hardly noticed dawn breaking. The room had lit carefully, almost subtly as he sat reading for hours upon hours. A yawn stifled through him every now and then, but reading was far more important to his thoughts. At this point, he was unsure of what information was actually sticking with him. Some books even seemed to contradict each other, and some books were common knowledge among witches. Simple demon summoning was easy enough—it was the exorcising that could get tricky. Alistair’s free hand found his hair and briefly ran past the top of his head. He had officially given up for the.. night. Frustrated, the sleep-deprived male tossed the book he was barely gripping a little too aggressively at his desk, knocking over his lantern in the process. A simple “Nox,” diminished the small flame attempting to cling to other various pages scattered about. A small hybrid noise in between a grunt and a sigh sounded from the witch in the process of standing up. With a stretch, he blinked hard a few times before stepping out into the light of morning.