And yes, it worked! The spell channeled perfectly and it was just like he pictured and-
Stan made a little noise of distress and jogged over when Millicent fell over. "Hey, are you-" The giggling made him stop, and then he was laughing too. He was happy and proud and so full of affection for this woman and-
In his mind, he considered getting down on the rug with her, and he could see the next step, the kiss, like they had started behind the picture of Anne Boleyn. And it would be good, and it would also be wrong, because he was already in love with someone.
-and he stepped forward enough to lend her a hand so she could lever herself up to her feet. "O on the flight, T on the landing!" he told her with a grin. "One more time?"