Carefully taking her caterpillar, Kemma laid it gently on her desk. She paused. Theory was one thing. Actually having to transform it was something else. It look so helpless, just waiting there on her desk. Kemma licked her lips apprehensively. Just do it, just do it! Don't think about it. You'll be changing it back. It won't feel a thing, right? Right?

Pulling out her wand, Kemma flicked in the caterpillar's general direction and uttered "Animaic Inanimus." Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing. Maybe she needed to get the wand closer. She flicked her wand closer and closer, saying the spell louder and louder. This was getting frustrating. Then...

She didn't mean to flick so hard. Her wand came down upon the poor caterpillar's body with a resounding squash. Gooey innards squirted from both sides and the invertabrate's lack of vertebra was clearly demarcated by a large impression in the center of its person. Kemma was horrified and immediately burst into tears.