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Inventing a new spell; a most tricky and daunting proposition. Beyond most wizards. Lupin flattered himself by thinking he had a chance, but if pressed, well, he had helped with the Marauder's Map, had he not? He knew a thing or two about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and this was not dissimilar.

Besides, what did it hurt to try? (Besides the very real chance of an injurious backfire.)

Lupin came to the City, seeking out a place by the river where he (probably wrongly) thought no one would venture close enough to be harmed by his experimentation. Once there, he sat down on the grass without much regards for his dignity, and began writing on the book he had liberated for such a purpose.

"Protego Minutiae," he began, writing the words down as he spoke them.

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"Protect small things?" Clef had been wandering along the bank of the river, enjoying his new pants and pondering what to do with the extra seeds he had acquired from the most recent shore leave. Being small and normally very quiet, it is not surprising that Lupin would have missed him wandering around. While normally he might have continued to be unobtrusive, Clef's interest was piqued by the uttered spell, whose words Stacy had translated into their approximate equivalent in ancient Cephirian.

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"Protect from small things, more or less," Lupin said. He looked up from his quill-scratching with a pleasant smile. "It may be the completely wrong way to go about this, but everyone has to start somewhere, so why not there?"

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"How small is small?" Clef wanted to know. After all, he was small.

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"In this case, the small but very real forces that dictate when the sun rises and sets and how the world turns." So perhaps somewhat smaller than yourself, Clef.