With a bit of hesitation, I lightly tugged on the cork on the ink bottle. However, I couldn't get it off the first few tries.
Only after holding it with both hands and doing it resolutely, did the cork pop off. A strong scent of ink permeated the air, piercing my nose. It wasn't the most pleasant scent, given how strong it was, but it wasn't inherently disgusting.
I picked up the feather clumsily, fiddling around with it for a few moments. It was pretty clear to any onlooker that I had no idea what I was doing.
I slowly brought the feather down until it just barely touched the ink within the bottle. From there, I retracted the feather, leaving only a tiny black spot at its tip.
With that, I cast my eyes onto the spell diagram, before looking at the blank piece of paper in front of me.
I drew in a deep breath... then set down the feather onto the paper.