He had to get this right. He just HAD to. There was no way Austin Alexander Moore, the son of a magnificent healer, was going to leave this classroom until he had a dragon on his desk. At least until class was over. Never. He was determined to get this. He paused and looked around the room at what the other students were doing. Some already had dragons on their desks, but others still had stones. Thankfully I'm not the only one. It gave him some relief to know that he wasn't the only one with a stone still. But time was ticking, and there was no way he was going to be the last one left with a stone. It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, he pointed his wand at the stone, determination on his face. This was it. He could feel it. "Draconifers!!" He imagined his Short-snout. But not just a picture of it. He imagined small version of the dragon running around on the desk, breathing tiny flames, and flying around. All of a sudden sparks puffed out of the stone, and in it's place was a silvery dragon. "WHOOOOO HOOOOO!" Austin was beyond excited. He had successfully accomplished Transfiguration. He was confident that anything after this would be easy. But that was because he hadn't tried putting the dragon into the cage yet.