He bit his upper lip unconsciously and drew his hand across the parchment again. He wanted to have those flourish come out properly if not really pretty! Rubbing his fingers anxiously against his wand he gritted his jaw and set his mind to actually visualize the frame in its completed form....

"Statua Habbitum!" he uttered the spell more decisively, drawing the wandwork around the scribbled paper. This time the parchment popped up a few inches into the air all silvery and solid like before settling back down gently, still the midst of transforming. Vickers peered closely, unaware that he was holding his breath in anticipation if this time he would actually come up with a frame he wanted....