Right, to try again. She took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders then rolled her head. Focus. "A-lar-te As-cen-da-re," she said, brandishing her wand at her ball of parchment on the floor. Again, it came up to knee height. Oh come ooooon!

She sighed, frustratedly, then tried again, and again and again. Then sighed some more. Honestly, she needed it to go through the roof! Well, not through it. She didn't want the wrath of Quigley upon her. But at least to touch the roof.

"A-lar-te As-cen-da-re," she said again, brandishing her wand a little more fiercely this time. No feeble brandishing. Brandishing with strength. And hallelujah, it came up! Well, at least to hip height this time, but it was an improvement.