Alright, so, he hadn't had great luck with the bubbles, but it could always be worse, Tybalt told himself, as he pushed his sopping wet hair out of his eyes.

He grinned, not defeated quite yet, and supposed he might as well try something more ambitious than dull. Besides, the water had given him an idea. He squinted over at Mr. Nott, waved his wand, and hoped to transfigure the man into a duck.

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