Rubber Ducky, You're the One: #93 Chicken


It was sixth year Transfiguration. McGonagall swept up and down the rows, eyeing each student as they attempted to turn a round of cheese into a small roasted chicken. Tonks stomach growled loudly at the sight.

“Well, let’s have it, Miss Tonks,” McGonagall paused next to her desk.

Tonks tapped her wand on the cheese, turning it into a little plastic yellow duck.

“I don’t think that’s right,” Tonks’ neighbor offered helpfully.

McGonagall cleared her throat. “Yes, thank you, Marigold.” She turned her attention back to Tonks to try again and found her studying the duck.

“It’s looking at me.”