Daniel was used to small explosions or being sent flying through the air whenever he was practising a spell. This was also one of the reasons why he prefered to practice alone with no one around. Sometimes, nothing would happen but most times his wand seemed to want to do its own thing. The wandmaker had already warned him about it but if he was given this wand it meant he was able to control it.

He wasn't oblivious to the heads turning his way and while he kept staring at the ground, focusing on the spell, his cheeks turned a light tint of pink. Or was this because of the cold? No one would ever find out.

Choosing to ignore everyone and not make eye contact, Daniel was about to try again when the voice of the professor caused him to stop his wand movement. "......I'm fine" he answered curtly before briefly looking up at him. Without another word, the Hufflepuff waved his wand again. He focused on his intent to conjure a pile of firewood, visualized it appearing before him on the ground and waved his wand in an X shape. "Focalia"

Another piece of firewood appeared, falling on top of the other one. He wished he could make more than one at a time. "Focalia!" he said again, a little firmer now and watched as a few wood blocks appeared. This had to be sufficient enough.

Daniel turned back around after setting the pile of wood on fire to listen to the Professor again as he continued the class. His dark brown eyes watched as the man performed a new spell and transfigured his scarf into a blanket. As the fiery red letters appeared midair, Daniel stooped down to open his bag and took his pen and notebook and began to copy what was written before snapping it back shut and dropping the notebook back in his bag.

Considering his explosion earlier, Daniel thought it was best to practice the new spell before going out to rescue the illusions of people. He walked up to the box at the Professor's feet just as a piece of fabric flew past him. The Hufflepuff looked back to see it flying towards Noah and he felt jealous all of the sudden because accio was a spell he did not have under control yet. He looked inside the box and grabbed the first fabric that he saw. A dull grey fabric.

Walking back to his small pile of firewood, Daniel held the piece of fabric in front of him and moved his wand in the shape of a curly q "Vestis Vellus" he said. Nothing changed so he tried again. "Vestis Vellus" again, nothing. "Vestis Vellus" this time the piece of fabric began to change into a woollen blanket but stopped halfway so now he was holding half and half in his hand. The second-year sighed in frustration before reverting the spell (he was good at this one seeing as he spend the majority of the year practising spells) to its original state.

After another few attempts, he had finally managed to transfigure the fabric completely into a blanket wrapped it around himself. Pocketing his wand back in his wrist holster, Daniel left the area without a word in search for the 'illusioned people'