Francis's ears twitch at Nigella's suggestion, but his expression doesn't change much, and his feelings on having a gossip session with her remain unclear.

Rita, in the meantime, remains focused on the task at hand. She holds out her hands and conjures the prepared spell.

"Rise up! Starlight Breath!"

What was originally a wind-elemental attack spell is now a much gentler force, pushing upward from the open book. The car lurches downward and starts to descend, but it's cushioned by the wind pressing against it. The shimmering air carries the vehicle down, down to the pavement... but the balance is difficult to maintain, and it drops, just those last few inches, with a loud thud that makes Rita wince.

But ultimately, the damage is minimal, and the book glides back to its place beside Rita.