"C'mere," she said, leaning in, and holding out her wand. She carefully did not repeat her mnemonics aloud for how to perform the charm as she waved her wand in the required patterns and cast the bubblehead charm over Nicky before doing it for herself. There would have been nothing like hearing a grown-woman muttering about fish-wand fish-wand and soar like an eagle to make a bloke wonder about a woman.
She centered herself, settled in place, and carefully began working the glass again. It was a strange material, resistant to transfiguration, though it severed well-enough. The only way to shape it was to heat and cool it internally over and over. The lens grew and curved dramatically, making her smile. Better...
...just as the glass reached its stress point and with a sound like a crystal goblet thrown against a wall, it shattered dramatically, sending shards of glass in all directions.