At this point Allison was surrounded by so many butterflies she began to worry. Where on earth did Professor Pilliwickle go? Sure she was extremely excited that she was able to conjure two butterflies...even if there had been three flies. But now that she had conjured the swarm of them, perhaps was one too many.

She began to move side to side wondering what to do with so many of them. Should she make them disappear? Pointing her wand at them she began to giggle, with each movement of her wand the swarm followed.

"Professor...do you mind so many of them?" Left. Right. Left. Left. To the left to the left!!! UuuUUu!

Grinning Allison opened her arms, and as if knowing what she meant the mid-night blue butterflies dispersed themselves amongst others around the classroom. This was magic. This was the magic that muggle children were told about as night stories, this was the magic that filled the imagination of many children, this was the magic that made Allison feel happier than she had felt in the past few days. This was something she could remember with innocence and warmth. And she would; for these days at Hogwarts were perhaps the most crucial for Allison, because the future for her didn't look as bright as her mother hoped for.

With sight finally in Allison's vision, she grinned blissfully at Arya. Transfiguration was providing her a new insight, and maybe even a favorite class.