Aschere smiled and looked back at her stone. Wow, nothing like getting house points for encouragement. She'd give it another go. She swallowed once and pointed her wand at the misshapen rock.
'variegatus!'
Her aim had been a bit off-center, apparently, or perhaps it was the already disfigured nature of the rock, but the stone pitcher it had morphed into was so lopsided that it immediately tipped right over and would have fallen off the edge of the table, had Aschere not made a move to stop it..