WAIT HE WASN'T READY. They couldn't move on yet, because Olly still had not finished his bow. He had barely finished bending it in the middle. He'd done it slowly and carefully, afraid it would break. But it hadn't, and now that it was done he could move on to the other steps. Hopefully they didn't take very long.

"Diffindo." Handles came next. Two of them, three inches apart. That was easy enough, and Olly knew the spell for that one. The carving spell would have been harder, but he overheard David Truebridge asking one of the professors. Human professors. But it wasn't time for that yet; he had to shave wood off each end of the bow. He used diffindo again until the curve was about where he thought it should be. It felt like a real bow now, just without the string part.

But that would be fixed soon enough, because that part was next. He took one of the strings and tied it to both ends. But what if he hadn't tied it tight enough? What if the string broke? There were so many uncertain components about making the bow it was really making Olly nervous. But once he had tight the string firmly onto his bow, there was nothing more he could do to secure it. He would just have to hope that he had done a good enough job.

And time for the other spell. The one he'd had to find out by eavesdropping on other students equally as unfamiliar with it as himself. But before he could use it, he needed to think of a name for the bow. Luckily that wasn't too hard.

"Intaglio." He held his wand toward the bow and carefully carved the name Colin into it. He didn't care if it was a good name for a bow or not. He was going to name his bow after his brother no matter what anybody thought.