[ this particular day finds charles at the farm — he is done volunteering for the day, and instead sits there in the middle of the field, heedless of the cold february weather. in front of him is a large tome that, when he lifts it up, one might see reads major arcana ii at the back. ]

No, [ he mutters, ] Nope, that's not it. Hold on, let me try this again —

[ who is he talking to? apparently the sheep who is hanging out nearby, or maybe just himself. in any case, he starts to recite something — latin, perhaps, by the sound of it — and it makes a golden cord appear right in front of him... only, the cord lashes forward, twirls itself tight around his leg and tugs him until he falls flat on his face on the ground. then, it simply disappears in a flash. ]

... Ow. [ lifting his head, charles looks up and straight at one of the farm cats, sitting right there and looking at him. it makes a sound like prrr, and charles glares at it. ]

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, furball.

[ and then, only just noticing you there, ] Oh. Uh, how long have you been there?