Clearing his throat, he imagined a flock of birds coming out of his wand, as he continued to mutter the spell and the wand movement. “Avis…avis…avis.” It shouldn’t be too hard, yes? Well, conjuring something out of thin air IS ridiculously hard, but he had been practising simpler, but common spells at home, so this one should come off as easy already.

Flock of birds…Avis…Flock of birds.

The thought was said inside his head over and over again, and as soon as he thought he got the spell correct, he drew the ‘m’ movement with his wand, and said the incantation. “Avis!”

Birds came out of his wand alright, but not the flock he imagined. See? It was kind of frustrating really to be able to picture the result he wanted, and the result wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.