Zatanna stares at the mirror.
The mirror stares back. Mirrors do that.
"Okay, I can do this," she tells her reflection, and her reflection does not disagree. She closes her eyes to focus, driving any thought of her messy bedroom or her pending math test from her mind. She focuses purely on her intent — to separate the superhero name 'Zatanna' from her name, Zatanna Zatara. Then she can be Zatanna and her dad will finally let her go with him on superhero missions and she can get so much more practice, and ...
"Focus!" her reflection snaps at her, because she has been a practicing magician for years now, and even if this is a teenage girl's messy bedroom it is also a wizard's private study, and there are certain standards to be kept.
"Right!"
She clears her mind again, focusing on the spell.
"!seman eht tilpS"