Fylfot

Morley: A year and a half ago I stumbled into your gingerbread office, a lost, frightened soul in terrified flight across the great yawning terror of doubt—a human being, in short!—and you chanted some hagridden formulas and danged some fylfots...

There was a coffee tray on top of it, and spilt coffee part hid the fylfot design of the tray.