Sometimes she wished the professors would be in attendance for nights such as these, to see their students truly tested. Though the young witch was in a classroom, half the desks were empty and the writing on the board had nothing to do with transfiguration at all. A solution certainly existed for the winged problems darting about the room, but it was up to her to find and put it into action. For the moment, at least, Millie had a simpler way to start.

"Of course," she said, ever grateful to Sisse's presence. She had the more level head in a crisis, something that Millie wished she could summon more often. And there were spells for confidence, but not any that would help her with a flight of mistransfigured cabbages. Pointing her wand at one of the books she had set aside for the night, the young witch performed the spell that would transfigure it into a box.

Millie frowned a moment later, realizing that she had forgotten to give the box a latch. It had a cover, at least, and room enough for all the brussels sprouts that were now attracting the attention of more students in the room. She longed for the comfort of her necklace, though she couldn't hold both the container and her wand at once for this task. One by one, Millie went about the room and zapped each of her flighty subjects back into a cake, and then quickly tossed them into her box —otherwise pressed tightly against her hip— before the effects of her temporary spell wore off.

She longed to collapse back at her desk once that ordeal was over, too. It would be simple, Millie could keep the transfigured mishaps in the box until after her exam. If she couldn't fix them by then, perhaps Professor Foxwood would help her afterwards. Only, now that the young witch had gone about the room, she felt the eyes of other students lingering on her. Even Sisse seemed to be watching what she might do next, for a problem that, given the brussels sprouts' tiny thumps against the box's leatherbound walls, was not going to go quietly into this good night.

It looked like her transfiguration practice had just turned into a mock exam.

"I suppose perhaps an untransfiguration might have been a better approach," Millie noted softly, though spoke it aloud for the benefit of Miss Thompsett nearby. Perhaps Sisse had another idea or two about it. With the weight of her transfiguration textbook on the lid of her box, Millie quickly drew out one of the sprouts by its wing and set to fixing it.

Whether reparifarge would set the thing back to a cabbage or cake, though, the young witch couldn't yet know.

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