Quinn smiled brightly at the compliment. He was always happy when someone thought he was doing good at something. Knitting, baking, growing plants... it was satisfying to do well. And it felt good being praised for it. Was that selfish? That he wanted praise? It's not like his whole purpose for doing that stuff was to be complimented on it... was it? He wasn't sure now. Huh.

Uh, a-anyway, um... a creative use for transfiguration... "Um, well, you could definitely change things into animals for a variety of purposes. Like if you wanted to move a piece of furniture, change it into a weasel and let it walk on its own," he was pretty sure he was referencing an answer he gave last term, during the Migalifors lesson. "Or if someone needed to get into a tight space, you could turn them into a ferret. Or somewhere up high, a bird... lots of different things."