It was obvious from what was going on around him that Mo was falling behind, and he made faces as he set his lazy rabbit on his desk and pointed his wand at it. How practical was this spell anyway, unless he wanted to smuggle Titus into a country disguised as a fedora.

"Lepus Caput. Lepus Caput. Lepus Caput," Mo said it very quietly, feeling his way around the words until they felt good and right in his mouth. Turn your bunny into a hat. No big deal, right?

He made a little squeaky noise when he finally drew out his wand and gently touched the rabbit right between the ears. One try, at least. Just so he knew. "Lepus Caput."