It was her biiiiirthday so it was hard for the now TWELVE YEAR OLD to pay attention in class. Especially Transfiguration. She'd rather be soaring the skies or tending to mandrakes or for the best EVER subject, brewing potions. Alas, she was here and dreaming about birthday cake and all of the gifts she was bound to receive today.

Sigh. It was hard being a birthday girl.

Serena just about caught the question. After some thought she raised her hand. Was she right? Only Merlin knows. Meh. "A creative use could be transfiguring a family of mice into a set of fine dinnerware if you don't have any or yours got ruined, and your mean grandmum is coming to dinner. And if she's not impressed she'll disown you." Nod. Nod.

Not that it's happened to her. Her family was incredibly well off and they didn't need her grandmum's wealth. That and her grandmum ADORES her. Absolutely ADORES her. And they had many, many fine dinnerware that's either new or passed down from generations.

That happened to her uncle's neighbor.