Jace kept on repeating the spell over and over inside his head until he was able to memorize every syllable and exact pronunciation. He knew about being very clear when it comes to muttering the spell, and more importantly, the intent behind the incantation and wand movement.

Well, moment of truth for the small boy. Will his technique of breaking down the process work or not?

He got his wand from the table again, eyed his clay corgi...and imagined it to have life coming from the incantation, reinforced and sustained by the hair he placed inside it. Taking in a deep breath, Jace raised his wand, performed the wand movement he practised earlier, and said the incantation, “Piertotum Locomotor Annexus!”

Zing.

Nope. Nothing. Not even a blue glimmer. Determined to make it move, Jace collected his thoughts, concentrated on his intent, and allowed his mouth and hand to perform what it needs to do subconsciously, “Piertotum Locomotor ANNEXUS!” Blue light came from his wand, and with a flourish, it encapsulated the clay corgi. Slowly...the clay animal came to life, by chasing its own tail. Jace giggled, allowing his insentient familiar to be silly for the mean time.

The small Ravenclaw raised his hand to get the attention of the professor. “Ichihara-sensei? I have a question if you don’t mind?” Of course she won’t, right? “Eto...” Jace paused, as he constructed his question carefully. “If...if we gave it life by magic and is tethered to us through our DNA...will its magic falter or, completely disappear if we, the original maker exhaust our own life energy?” In short, will it go lifeless again if they die? Jace didn’t want to say the D word out loud, especially now that the Gryffindor beside him is still lamenting over the death of her precious snails. “Also...is it possible for it to be corrupted? Meaning...can another wizard or witch steal our insentient familiar and disable it?” Jace blinked as he was able to parallel it with their magic sticks. “Like our wands? It chose us, but there’s this possibility of it choosing another master should we lose its alliance to it, right?”

Jace lowered his hand, and stared at his corgi familiar, smelling...or rather licking its paw. “Please sit.” The Ravenclaw commanded it, and surprisingly, it followed suit.