Fuzzy magic

You cough violently through the smoke, the remains of what used to be your summoning circle and associated items long gone in the uproar. The book was in tatters as well. No chance of finding out what, exactly, it was you'd done wrong now. Unless you got extremely lucky again, the chance to use and study the magic of the spirit and animal world had just exploded in your face.

Aside from the slowly clearing smoke, the destroyed summoning articles, and the upending of most of your basement, there seemed to be very little damage. Your butt hurt from how hard you'd been knocked back on it, but otherwise you felt fine as well.

"What a bust..." you sigh, resigning yourself to getting little more out of this than a day of cleaning up the mess and a bruise. All the dust is starting to make you feel itchy, and you figure breathing it in can't be good for you.

As you move towards the stairs, you realize the itching isn't just the dust. It's coming from all over your body, even under your clothes! The pain in your butt starts to focus around the base of your spine, and your ears begin to hurt as well.