The animagus news fell on deaf ears while Archer very hastily banished it from his memory. That was the sort of magic he endeavored to avoid due to his impeccable track record at causing disaster. He was fairly certain that he would either fail miserably, become trapped as a flea, or he would permanently transfigure only part of his body and become a freakish human/animal hybrid. No need to become an even worse laughing stock.

Snippets of conversations washed over him, and he only tuned back in when it seemed they would finally return to the day's lesson. The professor's demonstration had the boy blinking in surprise, while also breathing out in relief that he hadn't been chosen to set some sort of example. With this unknown danger averted, the Ravenclaw instead focused on his notes that he scrawled out in complete detail.

When it came time to retrieve the knut and biscuit, the Belby boy was one of the last. He then spent a great deal of time alternating between staring at the two objects and his notes, his anxiety growing by the minute. The professor had said they needed absolute clarity, yet intrusive thoughts kept hammering in his brain. This was going to go terribly. Why was it that he could flawlessly practice spells in private, but, once he knew others were watching, he completely mucked it up?

With a deep breath, a cringe, and a questioning tone, Archer attempted to cast the spell, "Restituo?"