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Zander Adair was sick of sitting around in his room all day, so he opted to do his homework in this room instead. Nice change of scenery 'n all that. Plus, the Sixth Floor wasn't too far away and walking a bit was always nice. It was a needed stretch for his legs. As he arrived in the room, he pulled out a single coin from one pocket and his wand from the other.
Honestly, he didn't really see the point in this assignment... They had basically done the same thing in class. Buuuuut... He wouldn't complain. It was easy enough. Just had to do a spell wrong so many times. Zander could handle that, yeah. Deciding which spell he wanted to do was the easy part, he chose something simple that he could probably do in his sleep. Actually, probably not in his sleep. But the sentiment still stood, okay? He could do this one any time any day. It was easy.
Flintifors. He was gonna make this coin into a matchbox. Not hard. Something he had done before several times for class. Pretty sure he used it one of the first few lessons back. Easy Peasy. But he had to do it wrong this time. Which felt weird, knowing very well that he always did this one right. So when he opted to draw some lazy circles for the wand movement and slumped his back over when he said, "Flintifors!" It was no surprise that the coin hardly did a thing. He had been waiting for that. Knowing very well that the result would be anything but a matchbox.
He let out a small sigh as he tried again, this time focusing on his potions homework that was still left unfinished up in the laboratory. "Flintifors," his wand movement was still a lazy one, however, he didn't draw the random circles, correcting his movement this time to the proper one. Still the coin didn't do very much. It moved a bit and it looked like something would happen but in the matter of only seconds it was back to normal, nothing changed.
Deciding it was time for lunch, the Gryffindor pointed his wand once more, "Flintifors!" This time, opting for the right movement, incantation, and focus. And no surprise, but the coin did it's thing and became the matchbox that the Gryffindor was hoping to see. Quickly, Zander pocketed the newly formed matchbox before turning towards the door and heading down to the great hall.
Boy, all this transfiguration sure made a boy hungry.
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