Amy closed her eyes. She'd found one spell but she hadn't really had time to look at it. The actual incantation was in Latin, but she had to take a chance. In desperation she put her free hand on the page. "Soror est quod necessitatem habere, et custodierit me induam pastum reducite."
Nothing happened, but she saw a little swirl caress around Lina's face. She sneezed and blinked and her hands came to her hips. "Ok sis, enough of that."
"Sis?" Amy cried. "No, you're not my sister!"
"Of course I am! I've been for eleven years now dweeb." Lina said. "Come on, Mom and Dad will kill me if they knew I didn't take you straight to dance class.
"Dance....class?" Amy cried. She hadn't been forced to a dance class since she really was eleven. She must have altered reality.