"Well, I'm still learning how to cast the spells correctly. But maybe in a week or two I'll be able to demonstrate for you. Got to see if I can get Blaine 3 dimensional again first," Malcolm said coyly. He liked all the attention Dwight was giving him, but didn't want to end up flattened like Blaine. Dwight liked power, but Malcolm doubted he liked sharing it.
"You didn't have that book with you when you left. Where did you get it?"
Malcolm laughed uneasily, "You ever see Hocus Pocus? Would you believe I just said, "Book, come to me"?"
Dwight's face was all doubt, until they heard the crash from the locker room. The sauna door flew open, and the grimoire flew right into Malcolm's hand.
Malcolm had turned his head to gasp in astonishment that the book actually came to him, so Dwight didn't see it.
Malcolm had his game face on when he turned back to face Dwight whose jaw was still agape.
"You want me to try to demonstrate?" Malcolm opened the book.
"Nah, you just practice on changing Blaine back from undies to under classman," Dwight said, "you can flatten Blaine again and maybe Dirk and James to boot. If you can't undo him, uh, let me know. I can always use a new pair of undies, and I'm guessing Blaine 's face is the crotch liner?"
"Yeah, my dick is tucked inside his mouth right now," Malcolm confessed. He felt the book pulling him toward the door. He added, "it's a bit too humid for my book in here. Mind if we chat later?" He got up, and exited.
Dwight stared, and licked his lips. Malcolm wasn't sure which Dwight lusted more for: the book, the power, Blaine undies or Malcolm's ass.
Skipping the shower, Malcolm dressed and hurried home. He poured over the book, and used Google lens to try to identify the language in the book.
Finally, he rubbed his eyes, and set the grimoire down. "I wish there was a way to understand this book," he sighed.
The book flew open to the back. His finger felt drawn to the arcane text. The moment his finger touched the illuminated first letter, the word glowed, and was readable as English. As his finger slid over each word, it translated to English. Soon the page was glowing. It read.
"¥₩€€~■□☆¤. Translation Key Spell:
Simply move your finger over these magical sigils, and any foreign words you trace over will translate into your language. Be forewarned, this Translation is literal, and may ignore common colloquialisms."
Now able to read it, Malcolm pored over the ancient tome. He discovered using the book as he had was not required. Simply hold the book and think FLAT! and so the target will be. To reanimate a potion is required. He read over the ingredients, he didn't have them maybe tomorrow. He yawned and stretched. It had been a long day.
There was a knock at his dorm room door.