Indigo wasn't too upset with the result of his first attempt. No, it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't too bad. Better than some others. He was ready to move on to try the spell on the other items. He looked between the other two items, trying to decide which one he was going to try it on next. He decided on the glass goblet and consulted his notes for the proper incantation for that one. Prima Forma Sabulo. And if he did it right, the glass would turn into sand.

He really concentrated this time. He was focusing on the end result, on the sand. He was going to turn this into a pile of sand. Still concentrating, he raised his wand and made a counter clockwise circle in the air, ending with a point at the goblet. "Prima Forma Sabulo." And then, on his desk next to the wheat-like stuff and the daily prophet, was a pile of sand. Indigo grinned to himself at his success.