One somersault. Two somersaults. Three... well, sorta somersaults. Mo tilted his head at the half-done somersault and NO jazz hands before nudging at his gargoyle again. AND recasting the spell, "Piertotum Locomotor." DO IT. "Somersaults. Three. Go."

And now he could pay attention to Aquila, who looked once again like she was seeing the whole world for the first time. Her poor gargoyle seemed to have a case of the dropsies, and Mo scooted over and put his hand over hers on the wand. "You're saying it just perfect, okay? But you have to mean it. He doesn't feel bad if you boss him around, and the spell won't work unless you're really firm and feel it all the way in your toes. So be a little bossy." He wouldn't tell a soul if she was.