Nothing left to do but test it out.

An hour later, after Vivianne had finally finished the slow and careful work of transcribing a spell from scroll to book; she leaned back on the couch with a sigh. It was done, she had a shiny new spell to play with.

With another flick of her wrist, the quill disappeared, and she picked up her book, eager to use the spell, even as the ink was still drying. "Alright." She muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing to ready the precise intructions she had just written down. "Components: a handful of ash, and an arcane focus." She hummed as she produced her wand, pulling it out from within her purse. She had her focus, now she just needed some ash.

With no fireplace, she stopped to think for a moment, before grabbing a spare notebook and tearing out a fistful of blank pages. "Ignus Manus!" She recited, with a strong voice. In an instant, flames burst forth from her palm and incinerated the paper in moments, leaving a healthy helping of paper ash in her hand.

She leaned down to look at her book, still open on the table, and read out the next steps.

"Throw the ash to your feet as you recite the incantation." She had to laugh, "Child's play."

She stopped for a moment to think of a location. Sure, she could just pick the other end of the living room, but that'd be exceedingly boring. Perhaps she could choose another country, the other side of the world even. But, that seemed like too much of a reach, even for her. Perhaps just somewhere in town. She'd have to procure some ash to transport back anyways, so she might as well make it easier on herself and pick someplace familiar.

She raised her hand above her head, and slammed it down, dashing the ash against the ground and forming a cloud of dust around her feet. "Trangressio!" She screamed, before she felt her body become weightless in an instant. In a moment of horror, she realized that she had become etherial, and her wand passed through her hand and landed on the ground with a clutter. "What?!" She screamed silently as her vocal cords were immaterial. Looking down, she was shocked to find she could see through herself, and, even worse, her clothes had sunk through her as well, landing in a heap on the floor.

She was naked, she realized. And she had just doomed herself to a public exhibition.

"No! Stop!" She screamed to no one as the spell whisked her away in a flash of light, instantly transporting her to her predestined location. She was helpless to stop in now. WIth her only choice being to deal with the fallout of her pride.