 Wowza!
Though the answer of Professor Pierce had been rather obvious, for it was very unlikely of her to make them practice that could potentially hurt them, Willow just had to ask and make sure. There was nothing wrong in asking, really. Giving a half smile to the woman, and a polite nod, the fourth year proceed to practice the spell.
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before a frown slid into her features. Ridiculous that she still thought the little light could burn her after Pierce's confirmation that it could not. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Don't be such a baby. It won't burn you. And if it does--well, getting burned can't be that bad, can it, Willow? A voice inside her head --that sounded a lot like her brother's, mind-- whispered. Though it was just inside her head, and there's was no way that Branimir could actually be saying that to her, this did not stop the fourth year from picturing her oldest brother snickering after having mouthed these words.
Not it would just hurt a lot, you idiot. Willow felt like saying out loud, but she would probably looked incredibly stupid by doing so. Keeping her mouth shut, and making a mental note to kick her brother next time she saw him (Yes, because Willow was sure that somehow he was responsible for her hearing his voice) the girl shook her head, and pointed the wand at her hand for the second time.
Swish, flick and point. She could do that, naturally. Doing the mentioned movements, the young Ravenclaw said in a clear and confident voice whilst pointing with her wand at her pale hand, "Sinistra Lumina." And it had worked, of course. Because unlike Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration was Willow's best subject. The girl cringed a little just at the thought of the first two.
A rather small ball of light was now on her left hand. Rather pleased with herself, she waited for the Professor's next instructions.
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