The Ravenclaw finished up writing down his examinations of his personal object that he had gotten from his grandfather for his thirteenth birthday and turned his head to look at the obstacle course that had been set up at the back of the classroom. While he listened to the instructions, he re-opened his notebook and wrote down the incantation together with the wand movement for future reference. He read his notes one last time before he grabbed his compass



Rolling up the sleeves on his robe, Dorian stood up from his seat walked over to the first station while taking his acacia wand out of his pocket. Once he reached it and stood before it, he examined the feathers and he made a face when he realised that a feather actually had some poop on it. He shook his head. Being extra careful to pick out a good feather, Dorian decided on a feather that he recognized from it coming from a brown owl. Cause it was brown. Genius he was. He took in the details as much as possible as visualisation was key in performing this transfiguration successfull.

He concentrated on the shape of the feather, it had short white fluffy feathers on the bottom and light brown spots over the rest. He looked back at his compass which he held in his hand now and made the choice of changing the small black arrow that pointed the right direction with a brown feather. He moved his wand upwards with a quick motion and flicked it sideways as he said the incantation "Mutatis Mutandi" while he concentrated on switching the components. Immediately, he saw that the black arrow started to change in to a brownish color but that was all that happened. There was no feather shape or any of the other characteristics it was supposed to have except for that it turned brown.A difference that only he would be able to notice.

He sighed and moment he lost concentration the brown color transformed back in to its original state. He was used with failing at the first try after six years though but he still did not like it. He concentrated again, visualizing the small arrow switching with the feather. He flicked his wand again with a "Mutatis Mutandi" and watched as the arrow changed shape in front of him. Where the arrow once was was now an owl feather. The problem was. The feather was black instead of brown and it was pointy... Scratching his head, Dorian looked around to see if this was acceptable enough. They couldn't all succeed in one day right?