"Isn't this gravity-defying spell just a teensy tad off, Marcus?" The potion bubbled behind the curtain of reality, transforming chalk into desire.
Marcus grinned widely, "? Off? More like gloriously liberated from the clutches of earth! Watch as my hat does cartwheels!"
The hat, tired of meek landscapes, spiraled artistically into the ceiling fan, where dreams and circuits collided. Suddenly, whoosh!
Redefining calamity, Amanda spoke, "Gravity Mistake #57B: when equations scribble symphonies at unexpected altitudes. Shall I demonstrate?"
"Please do... Your mathematical ballet always leaves me dizzy," he replied, hoping not to fall flat on the metaphysical square!