So, it make it look Annie that a little bit more concentrating would be needed at this assigment in class. That though came when she noticed that her classmates conjured more than her eight blue-purple butterflies and had different colours as well. She sighed and closed her eyes, and with a deep breath she began to think of more prettier colours, other than the ones she already loved.

That's when she remembered that beautiful park she visited at Mexico with her aunt Maria and grandmother, where a bunch of butterflies were resting on the tree leaves and the tree itself, looked all amazing, pretty and unbelievable. Geez, that had been quite a trip.

The colours of the butterflies were sand yellow with lots of black lines along the wings. Those, just made her memory become a little more vivid, too cute and worth the try to practice with the spell they were learning in class. With a deep breath, Annie swished and flicked her wand and clearly said, "Papilio!" and in seconds, twelve precious butterflies of that same colour she imagined appeared.

It was worth a tear or two. Annie had a good inspiration time at that moment...Snif snif...