Well, time to transfigure herself a nice pair of owl wings. Maybe they'd even turn out to be snowy white just like Charlotte's wings! Anna had always admired the beauty of Charlotte's snow white color. She closed her eyes for a moment and first pictured her owl. She pictured the way she looked when she spread her long, white wings far out in order to flap her way to the sky. She pictured the way Charlotte looked as she soared away, usually carrying a letter in her talons to be delivered to one of Anna's friends.

Then she pictured how she would look with those same wings. How she would look flapping them and then soaring off into the sky. She opened her eyes and raised her wand, giving it a rather dramatic swish before flicking it towards her arm. "Bestiar Arm!" she called out. At first, she thought nothing would happen. A few moments later, though, the skin on her arm began to tingle, and a few feathers starting popping out her skin. She wrinkled her face in disgust at first, but when those feathers grew into wings---long, snowy white wings---her expression changed into a rather happy one. "Dem! I did it! They're snowy white, too," she said, in awe over the transfiguration.