Out in simple ripped jeans, a loose green jumper and black rain boots, Beverly was stood about half a foot in the lake. Her wand was tightly grasped in her right hand, a piece of wood from Transfiguration class floating in front of her.

"Why won't you transfigure!" she hissed at it. She tapped her wand on the piece of wood for the tenth time, maybe a bit forcefully. "Lignum Navicula!"

It's been about half an hour she's been out at the lake trying to transfigure the same piece of wood into a boat. She'd done it in her second try back during the lesson, but today, the wood seemed to be resisting her magic. By the third attempt Beverly had grown frustrated, and, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself, lost concentration thus intent.

The piece of wood bobbled in the water as if taunting her. Bev bit down on her lower lip to keep it from trembling.

WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS DIFFICULT, STUPID WOOD?