Ian listened to the professor. She certainly was a stern one. He was grateful that his cloud had corrected itself in his absence as he wasn't sure he'd get that one right no matter how hard he tried. He was curious about the idea of conjugating a flower. He knew about conjugating verbs, but never a spell. He'd read a little about it in his attempts to become better at transfiguration, but he still didn't have much complete success.

He practiced the wand movements first. He didn't want any wreaths. He certainly didn't want the professor cross with him. It was too cold to imagine the icy stare of wrath she was capable of when she was cross. He motioned in the small semicircles flicking his wand from left to right.