"I don't use it on myself," Klarion rolls his eyes, as if the very idea of magicking himself taller is stupid, and not something he's thought about every time he can't reach a high shelf. It doesn't take him long to finish the wards off, once he has some extra height on his side, and when the last chicken scratch is in place, he steps to one side and nods at the door.

"Alright, put your hand on the doorknob, that should do it."