Try to restrict her powers, would they? She'd show them!
That was the perverse anger driving Lygeia as she drew the pentagram slowly, carefully on her workroom floor in a pattern of black dust with candles set at the points, and a white circle of salt surrounding. She sprinkled a potent admixture overall, and then stepped back out.
Raising her arms high, she began a complex chant.
A pity she did not step back only a foot more, to keep the hem of her gown from marring the circle of salt.
A shame that the anger within her altered the pronunciation of her incantation... changing some of the words almost imperceptibly, but enough that instead of the powerfully intelligent but benign spirit she intended to summon, her chant reached deeper into the Otherworlds, calling forth something different.
What has the sorceress summoned?
Perhaps you know. If you think so... then perhaps you're the partner I'm seeking in this endeavour.