The movements are slow and precise. A circle of chalk drawn out around the hair, a match struck, and the burn beginning in short order.

Something in the air seems to grow...darker. Like all the light gathers in on itself. But that only lasts a moment. The hair burns away and from the ether slides a bag of red liquid.

"No magic words or anything. Just fervently wish, as you are doing the summoning, and it will work."