Closing her eyes for a moment, Verity tried to picture the bangle growing. It was just large enough for her wrist now, but in her mind, she pictured it large enough to fit George or Neville. Then she pictured it big enough to fit their ankles. The image made her smile.
Opening eyes, she pointed her wand again. "Engorio," she said carefully. The bracelet swelled up to the size of a tea saucer. Not what she'd had in mind, exactly, but she was hardly going to complain. Through an act of will, she resisted shouting "Booyah" in the library.