Round 18

Abby's voice trembles as she responds to the officer's demand, her eyes darting between the open doorway and the writhing figures in the center of the circle. "W-we're... conducting a private religious service! It's a sacred ceremony that requires complete privacy!" Her words come out in a rush, barely coherent through her fear and the lingering effects of the spell. The magic pulses again, visible to anyone watching as it warps the air around them.