Rowan was so happy that she was doing magic that she almost didn't mind the spell not being strong enough. She almost wanted to turn the incantation into a little song, but she didn't know if that would work or anything and she didn't want to undo any of the progress she made so she didn't.

"Alarte Ascendare. Alarte Ascendare. Alarte Ascendare." Brandish, brandish, brandish. Bounce, bounce, bounce. The little ball was hopping up and down as fast as she could say the words - and that wasn't very fast, it was like a tongue twister - but it wasn't going any higher.

How could she make it go higher? Was she saying it so frequently that she was losing effectiveness or concentration or something. Okay, let's concentrate on doing it once and doing it well.

Breeeaaaaathe...

Rusty focused in on the little ball of parchment, envisioned it hitting the ceiling, then cast the spell. "Alarte Ascendare." The ball of parchment flew into the air, and Rusty's face broke out into a huge smile. "I did it!" she exclaimed, catching the ball as it came back down.