Definitely, he’d need to stay after class to jot every spell down on his notebook for his revisions. There were so many of them, and Ethan was sort of, surprised at the amount of information that he still needs to master.

Getting his wand out of his arm holster, he stood up with everyone else, and joined the rest of the senior students at the back, and prepared to cast the first spell that was given to them. Bird conjuring spell…and a hairstyle and hair colour changing spell? Now that’s interesting. He didn’t know that one before. Well, the colour changing charm might do the trick, but to change one’s hairstyle was something he didn’t know existed.

As soon as they got the professor’s go signal, Ethan jumped right into the action by pointing his wand on the ceiling, and practised the wand movement for the first spell. He drew an ‘m’ with his wand, and muttered the incantation.

Angel went into the box the Professor told them too and took out one thing, she picked the first thing that came to hard, there was no point in messing around right, well she thought not anyway. Now thought it was time to start.

"Reparifar!!" Angel decided to practice the incantation first, this didn't seem to be right. "Repairthecar!!" Angel giggled nope... nope that surely wasn't right as well. "Repairtheboat!" Angel was trying to remember the spell, she thought long and hard before trying again.

"Repairthehorse!" Angel now had no idea what that meant, seriously wouldn't she need a vet to make a horse better, or saying that maybe there was a potion she had no idea, but she was going to ask the COMC Professor one day soon but for now she had to try and figure this spell out. What could it be?

Clearing his throat, he imagined a flock of birds coming out of his wand, as he continued to mutter the spell and the wand movement. “Avis…avis…avis.” It shouldn’t be too hard, yes? Well, conjuring something out of thin air IS ridiculously hard, but he had been practising simpler, but common spells at home, so this one should come off as easy already.

Flock of birds…Avis…Flock of birds.

The thought was said inside his head over and over again, and as soon as he thought he got the spell correct, he drew the ‘m’ movement with his wand, and said the incantation. “Avis!”

Birds came out of his wand alright, but not the flock he imagined. See? It was kind of frustrating really to be able to picture the result he wanted, and the result wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

Once Paulina was confident that she was saying the incantation correctly, it was time for her to test the spell out on her statue.

Eyeing the object, she tried her hardest to focus on exactly what she wanted to happen. Fingers crossed this would work perfectly so she could try it out non-verbally. Not wanting to get ahead of herself, Paulina brought her attention back to the task at hand.

Raising her wand, she pointed it at the Merlin statue. " Piertotum Locomotor," she said speaking as clearly as possible. To her amazement, the spell worked!!! That was amazing, and she was going to have a little bit of fun with it before ending the effects of the spell and trying again. Smiling, she tried to think of what she wanted the statue to do.

After a moment she said, "I want you to do a dance for me." The statue did exactly that, so Paulina applauded. Awesome. "Now I want you to do a handstand." She wasn't as sure about that command, but the statue had no problem with doing that either. "Incredible."

Sha listened up as Professor York told them about the next transfiguration they were going to try. Okay, she could do this. So far, she had been more successful that she had been in most of her lessons last year - it had taken her a lot of the lessons just figuring out what she was even meant to be doing. Whoops. Sorry Professor Bellaire.

Scribblifors.

Eyeing the incantation, Marsha once again set about figuring out how it could be said and which was likely to be right. Scrib-bli-fors. SKRIB-lee-FORSe. SCR-ib-bli-forz. Hmm, she went through others in her might before she repeated a few of them out loud; a few sounded ridiculous straight away so she discarded them.

”Sssccccrrrriiiibbbbbbbllliiiiffffoooorrrrcccceeee e.” Marsha said, over exaggerating it in every way she could. Frowning at the word on the board though, she really was trying to figure it out as she twirled her wand in her fingers. Hmmm. Maybe it was stronger than that? ”Skrib-luh-forz.”

OH. OHOHOHOH. THAT! That almost sounded right. Strong and with gooooood intentions! YES. Lets try that one. Yup.

It took him several more times trying out the incantation for Ben to be completely satisfied with how it sounded to him compared to how he supposed it was supposed to. PI-er-TO-tum LO-co-MO-tor. Yep, those accents appeared right. So now all he had to do was try it out for himself...on the statue set in front of him as if waiting for its time. Its time to actually be able to move. And he was going to be doing his best to make that happen. Today hopefully.

Come on little Merlin.

"Piertotum Locomotor!" he cast, using the simple point at the statue since it was only one object and imagining it move as he focused on the spell. Something moved. Not the whole statue but a limb or two. A good start he supposed. "Piertotum Locomotor!" the Gryffindor repeated trying again and this time the statue was fully effected by the spell. Now to give the commands of the actions.

"Mr Statue...please walk."

The statue walked.

"Stop..."

The statue stopped.

Standing, Marsha moved around her fellow second years to get to the tub of cutlery. Hmm, did she want to attempt this with a fork, a spoon or a knife? Well, if it went wrong she didn’t want a knife shooting off and hurting anyone - though, really the fork had three different parts to attack you with so maybe the knife WAS better? …. But then the spoon didn’t have any majorly pointy parts so many it was even better? Though, … maybe it didn’t really matter and she’d get it first time?

…. Ha. No.

Maybe the third or fourth if she was lucky - she wasn’t that good at transfiguration. Not yet anyway… Professor York would soon help her learn. Yup.

ANYWAY. She bent quickly and picked up the first bit of cutlery she could before holding it up to see what she had ended up with. A fork. Whooops. Sorry everyone…

Sitting back down, she placed the fork on the ground as she picked up her wand again. Okay, she could do this. She had read in her text book that this incantation was meant to turn cutlery into a… quill. If she wasn’t wrong. So fork to quill. At least the shape wasn’t changing too much… That shouls be good, hopefully.

”Scribblifors.” She said, pointing her wand at the fork. Hmm…. Nothing. Nada ”Skribluhforz.” She retried, tapping the fork with her wand this time just incase it was more of a point and tap, than a simple point. Hmm. It moved that time, she swore it did. Just a little. Come onnnnn. ”Scribblifors!” She said, picturing the form springing into action and changing to a quill in her mind as she tapped her wand against the silver handle of the fork.

Oh… IT WAS DOING SOMETHINGGGGG.

Gaspgaspgasp!!!!

SHE HAD A QUILLL.

It wasn’t a perfect quill, and the nib of the quill would need a lot of sharpening before there was ANY way it could even be considered to write with, as it had a fully rounded nib, just like the base of the fork’s handle. But apart from that, and the sparsity of soft side bits…. the coloured bits that you run your fingers through and that she had a tendency to run over her bottom lip when she was thinking… those bits. But really, for a few go she was pretty proud.

She still hadn’t decided what her object originally was, but Brooklyn could only practice the incantation so long before she started feeling like she’d start stumbling over the syllables just from repetition. That and boredom. She just wanted to prove that her mushroom wasn’t normal. She wanted to prove that she actually could manage to cast this spell. She just wished it was as easy as visualizing the statue turning into a rabbit. The only way she’d thought of to get around that was to focus on restoring it to its original form, not what that form actually was. She sort of wanted it to be a bird though, but that probably meant it was opera glasses.

She’d just have to find out, and with that thought, she turned her attention back to the feathered opera glasses sitting on the floor in front of her. Picking her wand back up, she pointed it at the opera glasses. “Reparifarge!,” she said clearly, focusing on the object. Focusing on returning it to whatever it had been before, even though she still sort of expected it to be the less interesting option. And her eyes widened as instead, the opera glasses sprouted even more feathers and even a pair of legs, eventually turning into a small owl. Huh, she thought. Maybe she was just really good at turning things into animals. She was good at turning rocks into dragons by now, after all, and the rabbit had been easy too.

the fun was just getting started, but Paulina decided that now was the best time to revert the statue back to normal. Soon she would be able to give some more commands, and the awesomeness would continue.

"Finite!"

She eyed the now immobile Merlin and furrowed her brows with concentration. This was going to be more difficult, but she should have enough time to get at least one try in. Hopefully. It seemed that the lessons moved pretty quickly, but Professor York hadn't wasted much time before getting to the activity portion.

Pointing her wand at the statue, Paulina put as much thought as she could behind the spell. Piertotum Locomotor. Nothing happened, but she wasn't going to let that get her down. Piertotum Locomotor. Still nothing... Third times the charm maybe? Piertotum Locomotor.

AHA!!

She did it!

"Awesome." Paulina was quite pleased with herself now. "I want you to skip around the desk." She laughed as the statue proceeded to do so because it looked rather comical. "Now I want you to pretend to be a robot." Classic.

It was kind of convenient that the fourth and fifth years had to do the spell that fixed other bad spells, because Dot's Merlin statue had been half bunny just a bit ago. The good news... she'd managed to successfully make a mushroom practicing her second spell.

That bad news was that now she didn't have something to practice on. Sigh. Life was so hard. Dot changed her mushroom back to a statue and leaned in to look at it again. So she'd just try and fail at the bunny spell again, and then she'd masterfully correct it with the new spell.

Boom? Dot mouthed the untransfiguration spell, figuring it was going to come in handy pretty much for the rest of her life. Every screw up had a way to unscrew up. The world was beautiful like that. Reparifarge. Re-pari-farge. Reparifarge.

Now, if only it was as easy as it felt that it should be. Dot pointed her wand at at the Merlin statue and tried (and failed) again to turn it into a bunny. Whiskers, tail, long ears, and a Merlin beard. Successfully failed!

First things first, Reagan was going to TRY and stay absolutely positive about the tasks at hand. The TRANSFIGURATION tasks. Traaaaaansfiguration. What was helping, somewhat...was Professor York's pleasant disposition. She seemed to be very kind and understanding, from what the Ravenclaw could garner ...but the build up and discussion had never been the issue. The follow-through, on the other hand...Well, to be honest, she struggled with this type of magic. Even when she tried her HARDEST. It just wasn't one of her strengths.

...WHICH WAS POTENTIALLY UPSETTING...since she wanted so, SOOO bad to be an Animagus. But to be one, she had to do better at the Transfiguration subject overall, right? Oh, to be so close and yet, so far away...but would she allow this to crush her dreams? No! Not at all...Reagan would never give up, of course. Maybe someone would...tutor her. Yes, that was an idea! Surely...some of her classmates wouldn't mind helping her out. Or maybe she'd ask the Professor herself for extra assistance. If Reagan expressed her desire to learn, it could sway her!....maybe....IF Professor York was as lovely as Rea suspected she was.

As for more immediate motivation...the first spell produced BIRDS. Rea loved birds. They were among her favorite animals...with their beautiful wings, glossy feathers, and freedom. Was that important? Visualizing birds? Because she could most certainly do that....Of course, she got the feeling there was a bit more to it. Avis was simple enough to say...and the M motion wasn't that difficult, either...but the end product...

She'd been sitting there, muttering the spell and practicing the motion...for about 30 minutes before she'd finally plucked up her courage to try. Her hand remained steady but there was doubt in her heart. It was very, VERY hard to smile through so many failed attempts, not that Reagan wasn't still smiling. SHE WAS...but it was HARD.

Chewing her lip, she tried ONCE MORE.

"Avis!"

Angel decided that the best thing to do would be to practice the wand movement and that was what she did, she practiced the wand movement a few times and then she knew it was all down to getting the incantation right which was hard because she had forgotten it.

"Repairefly!!" Angel looked down at her shoes. "Repairastorm!! Rightfly..." Nope none of them sounded right, she decided that she was going to have to try and work this out.

"Re...par....if....arge!!" Angel said slowly trying to figure it out, now it was time to put it all together. "Reparifarge!" Angel said. "Reparifarge!" Angel was enjoying this now though it was time to put it together.

"Reparifarge!!! Angel did the wand movement as she said the spell and she waited to see what happened, and she sighed when there was no change in the object what so ever.

Now, how about changing one’s hair…or his hair for the activity? Getting a hand held mirror, Ethan examined his reflection and made a face. He didn’t want to change his hair because…well, according to one Alec Summers, hair is important. He wouldn’t want to mess his own! But then, Professor York would be there to transform his hair back to its full glory, right?

Right. He ought to trust her, because he met her before class, and she was definitely someone he could trust. She’s just like an older sister to him…that is, if he had a sibling.

Ethan practised the wand movement first, which was the arch movement, and then muttered the spell under his breath. “Crinus Muto…Crinus Muto…Crinus Muto.” Arch, arch, arch movement.

He knew he’d mess up this spell. He just wasn’t confident enough to try it out!

.......and all she'd produced was a puff of yellow feathers.

Again.

Reagan, being the happy and positive person she'd always been, tried to maintain that...if I stay constructive and persistent, the magic will happen belief for as LONG as she could. Unfortunately for HER, the magic wasn't going according to plan. Her enunciation of the incantation was right. The wand motion was right...but she just couldn't produce the birds.

Reagan didn't really know what else to do.

Chewing her lip a bit more, she resolved to....Well...try again. Maybe if she concentrated a little bit harder...and thought about the birds actually APPEARING; bursting forth from the tip of her wand. NO DISTRACTING THOUGHTS about her classmates, and how they were amazing and wonderful with their individual successes. She needed to focus on her own spellwork.

SEE the birds. BE the birds. MAKE the birds.

After a few steadying deep breathes, Reagan refocused her wand and said, "Avis!" before tracing out the 'M'. The attempt was more somber than the previous ones; serious, and perhaps more focused in nature. So, maybe that's why...as the magic surged through her body, only to be released from her wand that a single bird finally flew out of the tip.

Forgetting herself due to SUCCESS, the Ravenclaw BOPPED IN PLACE excitedly for several moments. YES! FINALLY...

...but, aww, could she keep the bird? Take it home to her dorm? LOOK AT IT'S LITTLE YELLOW BABY FEATHERS!!! She was gushing over all the cute, again.

“Crinus Muto…Crinus Muto…” Arch…arch.

Ethan cringed at the idea of being bald, since he didn’t want to be one until he was at least as old as his grandfather. Well, in reality, his grandfather isn’t totally bald, even if he’s old. Talk about ageing gracefully, yeah? He wondered if he’ll be like him too? Well, it is unlikely, he guessed.

Ethan stared back at his reflection, and took in a deep breath…and exhaled slowly. He convinced himself that he can do it, and that he will succeed with the spell.

Concentrating hard on the look he wanted, Ethan made an arch wand movement, and said the incantation, “Crinus Muto!” the Slytherin watched as his hair turned into a striking pink colour, and his hair grew longer up to his shoulders. Totally not what he envisioned!

Merlin, why did he even bother trying? And how the hell was he supposed to revert it back to its original state? Will a reversing charm do the trick? Ethan stared back at his reflection, confused whether or not he should be shocked or laugh at himself. He looked like a surfer dude by day, rocker dude by night.

Merlin.

It took several more moments (of Reagan continually gushing over the twittering bird) before she had calmed herself enough to focus on the next Transfiguration spell; something Professor York has described as Human Transfiguration. They'd also been urged to pair up and Rea would've LOVED to do that, honestly. As a way to reach out to the younger years and help in whatever way she could. However...she was struggling herself and wasn't sure what help she'd ultimately be. So, as not to hinder anyone else, Rea bounced forward to where the Professor was standing, claiming a mirror for herself. With her own self being the target, Reagan felt she'd have a much higher success rate. She could be good natured about mishaps...should they occur.

...and they were most likely going to occur. PART OF THE LEARNING PROCESS AND ALL THAT, and FIXABLE...hopefully.

Making herself comfortable at her own desk once more, Rea carefully positioned the mirror so that it was standing; angled up towards the top part of her face and hair. She'd be able to do this much easier in a relaxed state, which included her body as well as her mind. Or maybe she was overthinking that last bit. Reagan was a Ravenclaw, you know? It was known to happen on occasion.

Of course, additional time was spent before any spell was initially cast. Yes, Rea considered herself fairly girly and knowledgeable about organic beauty tricks...but this spell was unknown to her. Maybe because she'd never seen the point in coloring her own hair...or overly styled styles, really. She'd always either curled or straightened it; both simple to accomplish...and easy to fit into hair ties when she did her runs and yoga. Efficient do's.

Crinus Muto. What an odd incantation...

...but also fun to say, really.

Reagan giggled, her distress over the previously failed attempts forgotten. Also, maybe just a biiiit more practice...

Still sporting the pink surfer dude hair, Ethan collected his Merlin statue from the professor’s desk, and picked a spot away from most of the students. He knew the next activity would require all of his attention and concentration because animating something was not an easy task. Looking at the bright side though, he was given the chance to practice the spell that the famed Minerva McGonagall performed during the Second Battle of Hogwarts.

Setting the small statue in front of him, Ethan stared at Merlin and imagined it to be moving. “Piertotum Locomotor…Piertotum Locomotor” Now, pointing his wand at the statue, Ethan said the incantation, “Piertotum Locomotor!” and the statue started to move its arms and legs.

Oooooh!!! How cool is that??!

Okay...OKAY. She was doing this. TO HER OWN HAIR. So, whatever the outcome, she wouldn't be upset. IT. WAS. FIXABLE.

Wheeee.

Well, she wasn't a GIRLY girl...but Reagan did love her hair something fierce. She'd only used organic products on it for years, ever since she could afford to purchase her own. Tender love and CARE had went into this hair. So, this was serious business...but all would be well. It was FIXABLE.

Fixable.

Fixable.

...Not that she was panicking TOO much. Reagan wasn't. Just under whatever nerves were present, there was a sizable layer of pleasure at learning something new. This one loved to learn new tricks, you know? Possible Ravenclaw traits, but it spoke to her adventurous nature. And Reagan Penrose DEFINITELY had one of those. One only needed to ask her bestie, B.

After several moments of practice, where she'd arched too high and too low on some occasions; and had flubbed the incantation, she figured now was as good a time as any. In fact, her was flushed with nervous energy at the possibilities, eyes and mind bright with visuals and focus. She WANTED this to work. She NEEDED this to work. First time. She could do it.

Taking a few more steadying breathes, since that'd helped the last time, she pushed all her concentration into this spell; wand raised and words upon her lips. "Crinus Muto!"

....HAD IT WORKED?! Rea slowly cracked an eye open to peek...

Beatrice was watching the students perform their spells, utterly impressed with what she was seeing. YES! They were all very talented at Transfiguration, whether they believed it or not. She didn't know a thing about the previous Professor, but she had obviously done a fantastic job. There were walking Merlin statues, quills and things being untransfigured, and the smile was starting to hurt her face but she couldn't stop!

"Amazing work everyone!" she looked up at the clock and saw that lesson was almost finished. Where did the time go!? "You've got a few minutes left to complete your spells, and then it's lunch time." Even her stomach was starting to grumble, and she wasn't even using all that energy to concentrate.

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Ethan looked up from his moving statue to the professor, and gave her a nod signalling her that he understood what she just said. He was almost done now though, so really, no need to rush the next attempt.

Though to be honest, it was going to be the moment of truth for him. Could he do it non-verbally? That always seem to be the challenge nowadays. Casting a finite to his moving statue, Ethan prepared himself to perform the spell once more. Merlin MUST move, or else.

Clearing his throat, the Slytherin imagined the statue to be moving just like moments ago as he pointed his wand at it, and said the incantation, “Piertotum Locomotor!” it took a few moments for Merlin to move, but hey…it worked!

“Dance for me, Merlin!” Pink, surfer dude haired Ethan danced too as soon as Merlin heeded his command.

Dance, dance, dance!

Daxton had very quickly grown bored of this lesson. There was only so much he could find interesting about a class activity when he could not fully perform the spell. Or... perform it in the slightest. He knew the mechanics of the spell, he had seen it in action, he really did not need to be here any longer, essentially waiting for class to end while silently waving his wand at a variety of creatures.

Speaking of which, Daxton decided to try just one last time to turn his worm into a matchbox. He gave it a doubtful look, pointed his wand at the dull animal, flicked it upwards and thought, Flintifors.

Yet again, there was no change. Daxton merely shrugged to himself, and went to return that creature to its box too, eager not to have to touch it for much longer. He eyed the cutlery provided for the next activity, glanced at the board, then moved back towards the group of younger students without picking anything up to practice on. Maybe another day he would try. Maybe.

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Reagan had taken several moments to fully look at herself...ANYONE would've done the same if they had her particular healthy head of curls. So, that wasn't shameful to the Ravenclaw in the least...Hooooowever, the way she'd curled up in the seat, arms somehow suddenly hugging herself in a vice grip...couldn't really be explained. THIS WAS NOT FEAR. This was...anticipation. Reagan style.

That's all. Yea...

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...and...HER HAIR WAS BLUE.

IT. WAS. DARK. BLUE.

...Ahem, she hadn't been THINKING ABOUT blue...specifically. If this wasn't what she'd been anticipating, did that still count as success?! Well, to Reagan Penrose, yes...And really, erm, blue was a LOVELY color...and how else would she have known if the spell had worked if she'd not done something out of the box, right?

It. Was. Fixable.

......(but gosh, her poor hair. Could magically dying hair FRY it? No? Yes?)

The GOOD NEWS (aka SILVER LINING) was that Reagan wasn't so much embarrassed about the color as she was ANXIOUS over the new spell they were being asked to perform. Yes, yes...her hair had been forgotten in a moment of resignation as she glanced at the board, instantly recognizing the name. It was a very famous spell. In fact, it'd been used in the Battle of Hogwarts all those years ago...by the Transfiguration Professor at the time...and if Reagan wasn't mistaken, it was EXTREMELY hard.

Refusing to be easily defeated with her BLUE HAIR BLAZING in the classroom, among the other innovative colors and styles, Rea forced her happiest, most LOVELY expression onto her face, DETERMINED to not let this lesson (or beloved subject) beat her. What would her gramma say if she did? No, no...as with the previous two spells, all she'd needed was some practice. Practice was...practical and would help. It had before...(even if her hair wasn't what she'd had in mine, ahem, NO ONE KNEW THAT. Reagan wouldn't tell. NEVER...and that wasn't cheating. That was...being lucky that something better had been created than what she'd...had in mind. YES. THAT.)

Merlin statue collected, Rea settled herself down on the floor; legs immediately bending and contorting into one of her favorite, PEACEFUL yoga positions; the Lotus. She needed to stay calm down, focus,...and concentration. It helped that the statue wasn't HUGE. Less mass to cover with magic, which she'd read, played a factor. She could do this. It was doable. Positive energy! Positivity! YES.

...but even with several moments of practice, and even more incantation muttering; additional wand-waving...Reagan could NOT for the life of her animate that small statue.

Man, Transfiguration was DIFFICULT...but she didn't shy away from difficult. So, that was a good thing. What else could she do, though? What was missing here?

And with another glance at the clock, Beatrice saw that it was time to finish up. 5 minutes ago, actually...

She tapped her drum a few times, "Okay everyone, that's the end of lesson. Great work everyone," yes, EVERYONE, "If you'll put everything back in their containers," she said, waving her wand and unvanished all of their desks and, with them, their personal belongings, "you can head off to lunch. I'll post homework this afternoon, so keep an eye out."

She opened the door and helped the students pack their items up, all of the cutlery and merlin statues and various untransfigured items.

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...After a lesson full of success and failure, Reagan decided to just ASK the Professor. She seemed perfectly lovely and helpful...and surely wouldn't shun a student in need (even if that student had blue hair)...

Okay, Rea could admit...it was hilarious. She was laughing at herself and her new ridiculous (ACCIDENTAL) hair. How DID she look, by the way? Once she'd left, she'd get herself in front of a bigger mirror and take a look for herself.

"Professor York...I'm sorry to bother you...but I'm really struggling with this spell." There was no shame in her tone, just mild frustration. Yes, even the happiest, most loving people could get frustrated.

Beatrice was just collecting a few stray worms from the ground, thankfully intact, when she heard a questioning voice. The voice belonged to a Reagan with beautiful blue hair! Oh my, was she stuck with that one? Beatrice was about to ask if that was it, when she realised it was perhaps the final spell she had asked the seniors to perform.

"Ahh, Piertotum Locomotor?" she asked. Well, having not demonstrated anything to do with the spell, she wasn't surprised to hear some people having difficulties. It was a very difficult one, one that Beatrice would have preferred to demonstrate. But that wasn't the point of her lesson, not today.

Perhaps Reagan was one of those who just couldn't give up on a spell? Beatrice could admire that. "It is a very difficult one," she said, a serious look upon her face. She reached for a statue, placing it on the table in front of her. Very carefully and slowly, as she pointed her wand at it, she spoke; "PY-air-TOH-tuhm LOH-koh-MOH-tor," whilst concentrating all of her thoughts into the spell. The Merlin's eyes blinked and his legs moved as Beatrice commanded him to walk across the table and back. Concentration and wand connection broken, the statue returned to its inanimate state. "Try to copy that; PY-air-TOH-tuhm LOH-koh-MOH-tor," she repeated again, slowly and clearly.