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Tina positively beamed at the professor's words. She was relieved to know her first attempt at reversion wasn't too terrible, despite her sand being off color. Feeling a bit more confident, she looked at the two remaining items on her desk. Which should she try next?
She felt she'd be able to visualize wood better than wheat, so she decided to go with the paper. “Prima Forma Sylva,” she said to herself. “Prima Forma Sylva.” Practicing the incantation was a lot easier this time, since it was only modifying one word of the one she already practiced. Wand in hand, she turned to the newspaper on her desk and tried to visualize wood in its place. Then she thought of something. What form of wood was she supposed to visualize? A plank of lumber? Pile of wood chips?
Tina bit her lower lip, lost in thought. Professor Darlington had said reversion turns the item back into its natural form, which she interpreted to mean its most basic, untreated form. That was it! Tina envisioned a small section of a log, bark still intact, not unlike the logs used for firewood. Focusing intently on that image, she made the anticlockwise circle and point movement and said, “Prima Forma Sylva.”
A small log sat on the desk in the exact spot where the Daily Prophet used to be, just as Tina had envisioned. It was almost as if the log had jumped out of her mind and into the world. She smiled a little, feeling pleased with her work, but there wasn't time to rest on her laurels. She still had one more object left to transfigure, and it was the one she felt least confident about! This was going to be a lot harder to visualize! Tina knew what wheat looked like of course, but she'd only ever seen it in books… and in that documentary about bread making she had to watch with her class when she was still in maternelle (nursery school). Was the fact that she'd never seen wheat in real life going to affect her results?
Tina took a deep calming breath and gathered her thoughts. In the meantime, she could practice the incantation. “Prima Forma Siligo,” she muttered. “Prima Forma Siligo.” She couldn't help but notice that all three versions of the incantation ended with an S word. That had to be confusing!
Tina did a couple more repetitions of the incantation… not so much because she needed the extra practice but because she was scared to try the spell and wanted to put it off as long as possible. What if it didn't work and she embarrassed herself in front of everyone? Deciding she could put it off no longer, she turned her attention to the roll on her desk and thought back to that documentary she saw. She recalled golden-yellow wheat sheaves swaying in the breeze and concentrated on that image as hard as she could. “Prima Forma Siligo!”
Before her eyes, the roll morphed into a small pile of wheat. The sheaves looked exactly like Tina remembered, but had she remembered correctly? Were they too small? Too large? Wrong shape or color? She hoped they would do!
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |