Marcia had no time to move before the banshee wrapped its' hands around her armpits and lifted her into the air. With her head now inches away from the ceiling while the floor was quite a bit further from the floor, Marcia wondered how painful a landing would be if she broke free.
Of course that was the least of her problems at the moment, now that her clothes were caught up with her body in both size and style, she found herself once again shrinking with no hope of slipping out of oversized clothes this time.
In only a few moments her Pre Calculus textbook changed to Algebra II. Which did bring up the question of how the banshee managed to override the magical safeguards protecting her tools. Though how much knowing that would improve the situation was unclear.
By the time that thought was done she was already down to Geometry. Which indicated she was probably about a sophomore already. Sure enough she felt the braces she had gotten out before Junior were back in her mouth.
'Come on Marcia think! You've got to do something before you're stuck holding a book of addition problems with a mouth full of baby teeth!' she urged herself racking her brain for anything that might help.