Re: Seventh Years
Michael nods, stands up and walks to the front of the class. His eyes fixate on the object, his wand out. He flicks it at the object several times, mouth voiceless but moving with unspoken magic.
"No more than eight inches long, I'd say eight and twelve ounces. Living." He glances at Sally and uses her last suggestion as a possible piece of evidence. He notices the elaborate carving eventually fixates on two black onyx eyes. "Fera Inito." He looks up at the Professor. "Straight transfiguration." he announces as the rat quickly reverts to itself.