Closing her eyes she remembered the butterfly waiting for her by her nightstand. It was small and it glowed, it was white and reminded her of the night stars, it was alluring and gave Allison a feeling of warmth and mystery at the same time.

Wishing she could conjure one just as beautiful Allison whispered, "Papilio."

Not opening her eyes just yet, Allison kept saying slowly, "Papilio. Papilio...Papilllllio. Pah-pee-leo."

Smiling to herself with her eyes still closed Allison said out loud and clear, "Papilio." Opening one eye she realized she hadn't used her wand and rolled her eyes. Trying with her wand this time, she closed her eyes once more and repeated, "Papilio."

Peaking through the slit of her eyes a small breeze came out of her wand. Remembering her mother, and the butterfly that accompanied her, Allison made a swish with her wand and said with much emotion outloud, "Papilio!"

She felt something around her. Something flutter and touch her slightly. Opening her eyes she saw three flies and two beautiful butterflies. Grinning and swatting the flies to be gone Allison observed her conjuration. They were mid-night blue and didn't have the glow her mother's did. Then again her mother was older and had more experience. But being able to conjure such a thing after several times wasn't actually a disappointment for Allison. It was a more like a wonderful miracle. Then again her wand dictated talent in transfiguration...so maybe she shouldn't be so proud it took her so long.