Her bed was huge, but she spent each night tossing and turning. Instead of waking rested, it was usually to a new entry waiting in her journal, explaining something.

Luna's instructions for how to master the early levels of spellcasting suggested that she redraw and resketch each spell diagram in turn, until she completely mastered what they contained and she could see the diagrams with her eyes closed.

She pinned each imperfect copy to her wall, until half her bedroom was covered by slightly-off probing spells. How much longer could she look at them before she completely lost her sanity?