It didn't work. But it didn't go horribly off, either. Just, nothing happened. Forrest was glad, actually, because burning Robbie would be such a trauma.

Anyways, back to the task at hand.

He took another deep breath, watched people again, and turned his gaze back at Robbie. He leaned forward to whisper into his ear.

"Don't worry buddy, I won't mess it up."

He was awfully determined too. He took another deep breath and did the wand movement while speaking the words. He aimed at his stomach this time. He waited.

And waited.

And waited...

...and it worked. There stood, now, a perfect black angora hat.

Grin.