Emrys sat on the floor, staring up at the niffler who was clearly, clearly gloating. His pride wounded more than anything else, Emrys stayed on the floor behind the chair, practicing the wand movement and focusing his intentions of goodwill on the niffler.

Standing, but remaining behind the chair, Emrys cleared his throat and held his wand aloft. Staring down the creature, Emrys circled neatly, "MAH-len" and flicked. "CAH-len."

Purple smoke sped toward the niffler, wrapping itself around the creature like an ill-fitting track suit. The snarling subsided and Emrys lowered his wand. Peering at the niffler, Emrys inched closer, but the creature didn't react hostilely as it had before.

Cautiously, Emrys stepped right up to the edge of the desk, preemptively wincing as if the creature would fly at his face and claw his eyes out the moment he got too close.

When the creature didn't move, Emrys dropped his arms and visibly relaxed. All that was left was to pet the thing and get his bauble back.