Her success in the first round came rather as a surprise; Evelyn was more than a little rusty in her wandwork, preferring to leave the bulk of her magic use to those hired for the occasion. Oh, a small mending, a charm to delight the children, was well and good, but impressive was not in her wheelhouse—not for something like this.

Keep it simple, she thought to herself as she readied for her transfiguration attempt, an effort to turn a dried bouquet into a small flock of butterflies.