Skwisgaar couldn't sightread music, which, if nothing else, had resulted in having a fairly sharp memory, since he had to memorise songs in order to play them. He prepared the runic formula without another glance toward the chalkboard, then waited for it to do its thing.

And kept waiting.

He huffed a disgruntled sigh and, just as he started to wonder if he'd fucked it up, the handcuffs clattered onto the desk. He glanced at them with a raised eyebrow.

"Well... dats was easy."

Probably beginner's luck.