Luthien enjoys her creative writing class, which is honestly a bit of a hazard sometimes - she gets into the flow of writing really easily, words pouring from her pencil like her hands have been possessed. That's safe to do in her dorm room, mostly, and she normally tries to limit the actual writing to that and keep to reading and analysis when she's actually in class. But, well. 

Sometimes inspiration hits her like a freight train, like hunger, and she needs to either run or fight or, if she's in the middle of class and can't do either, write.

Like now. The paper might actually be heating up a little. Luthien has a tune stuck in her head, an idea for a new song-spell, and it's demanding to twist and weave between languages, the same tune in interwoven different words, set up like a one person round which will be fiendishly complicated to actually sing since she only has the one mouth, but she doubts she'll get someone else to sing this particular monstrosity of a song with her...

She's humming the tune as she writes, jumping between musical notation and phonetic scribbles and little sketches indicating movements or other instruments she might want to work in.

She's so caught up in her project that she doesn't notice the mal until it's nearly on top of her, and she needs to swallow her song-spell before she can actually cast something not half-finished -