Okay, worm. Olly peered at the squirming creature he held in his hand. For some reason, it did not seem to want to be turned into a matchbox. He could not imagine why not. Well, maybe he could. But it was just a worm, and did not have the same capacity for thought that Olly did so it should not know what was going on. It probably didn't.

"Flintifors." He pointed and flicked again, concentrating on the task at hand. It was all about intent, right? He assumed the same rules of magic were true regardless of what type of spell was being attempted. Unfortunately, even though he had a lot of intent, the worm still did not change into a matchbox. WHY WORM, WHY?

Olly crouched down and set the worm on the ground. It squirmed a lot, but didn't appear to be trying to go anywhere. Even if it did, worms weren't very fast so it wouldn't be a problem. Olly stared at it, concentrating as he raised his want and pointed it at the worm. "Flintifors!" Point aaaand flick up. Suddenly there was no longer a worm in front of him, but a matchbox. It was cool, but he kind of missed the worm. Olly raised his hand.

"Professor, is there a way to change it back?"