Archer simply blinked at Miss Finch's suggestion. She wanted him to stun it? In front of the entire Great Hall? It was one thing to practice such spells in private; it was another to be completely put on the spot. Merlin, what if it didn't work on the bird, and he caused it to become irate?

Or worse. What if he missed?

That would go over well. Not only would he lose house points, but he was sure he'd lose any remaining ounce of respect from his classmates. If they even had any for him to begin with.

He also wasn't one to hurt animals who technically weren't threatening him.

Archer shot Idunn a sideways glance; she was never the most helpful or sympathetic of cousins. Then again, she'd been saddled with him, so, perhaps, the older girl had good reason.

"Can...Can I have my letter?" He questioned, softly, trying to reason with the poor creature, as if it would do as he asked. Skin white as a sheet, the young Ravenclaw reached out to pinch the bottom of the letter, intent on tugging it out of the vulture's beak.

Just as he started to pull, the large avian beat its oversized wings, colliding them with his trembling arm. Archer, who, of course, was very lionhearted, let out a girlish shriek and toppled backwards off the bench. Various breakfast items joined him on the stone floor, but it could be noted that the letter fluttered onto his chest.

The vulture picked at some sausages that had been left upon his plate.