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He grinned in response and put his hat back on. "Lucky hat on! Let's go!" Sure he'd miss her as an owl, it was sort of fun, but as a one-off adventure. First he opened the door to float the few stuff he had in the place, just the laptop and books really, out of the room, and then shut the door again. He then placed his gloved hands in the middle of two circles that came off one of the outer rings from the one she was standing in.

The best analogy he could think of for how he'd set the spell up was like filling a cup. The prep work was building the cup, and he had to do that right, make sure it was the right size, no leaks, etc. This part was just filling with the appropriate amount of power. It shouldn't be too bad, at least he hoped. He hadn't actually ever really done this spell before. As his hands began to glow their familiar blue, the lines too began to glow, brighter and brighter until tendrils of magic sprang forth from the design to spring upon the little owl. So far so good, until he felt part of the spell give way and some of the magic was beginning to get out of control. He tried to pour more power in to make up for the escaping magic but it was backfiring. Why weren't things working for him?!

There was a moment of panic as it felt like there was far too much magic going into this now and erupting. Unfortunately that moment of panic was enough to make his gloves gush even more magic, again far more than needed, just to make things worse. It was just a vicious cycle and he tried to stay calm and reign things in, redirecting all that extra magic to the one thing it'd have the hardest thing affecting. Himself.

Suddenly the room exploded with magics, a boom loud enough to be heard throughout the whole HQ if it hadn't already shook the building, threatening to blow down the walls of his room. Luckily they stood, though as the smoke began to clear and the lights flickered back on, it actually seemed that the spell was a success. In place of the owl was a perfectly normal, okay as normal as Frances could ever be, and fully clothed archer in the middle of the design.

Except there was no sign of the young mage. Only his lucky magic hat was on the floor where he had been.