She was clearly having the same hearing issues as one Michael Toussaint, because Fuller's words barely reached her ears. At least Alice could still see the board, so she knew what they were doing. The spell didn't look too hard, and Charms was one of her best subjects. Hopefully she could manage.

But due to Alice's diligent application of that Wrinkle-Heal stuff, she wasn't much in need of the effects of this particular spell. It wasn't as if she was vain or anything, but the change in her appearance unsettled her a whole lot, enough to make her apply unctions to her skin and alter her hair color with magic to look like she normally did... apart from the weight loss, of course.

"Frontis Allevatus." Simple enough. "Frontis Allevatus. Fron-tiss Al-eh-vay-tuss. Frontis Allevatus."

The incantation rolled of her tongue fairly smoothly, so she gave her wand a quick swish- that was enough practice, yeah?- and then glanced around.

"Anyone need a facelift?"