Nate took a moment to assess his options. He could insist that Mikey banish them anyway, but that whole "damage" thing didn't sound too promising. Which, for now, meant that he would be keeping the wings. He couldn't find it within himself to be put out about that; he couldn't count the number of times he'd wished he had wings. Admittedly, they were a little heavy, his balance was fucked up and he wasn't entirely positive he could actually use them, but. Wings.
"So basically, I shouldn't try jumping out of any windows just to test them out," Nate joked, trying to figure out what muscles he had to flex in order to get the wings to move. Merlin, that was frustrating. It reminded him of all his attempts in third year to raise only one eyebrow; he just couldn't seem to isolate the muscle. He kept on shrugging his shoulders. "And yeah, wasn't I promised something about everything being easily reversible?"
He grinned, hoping Mikey knew he was just teasing. Human transfiguration, from what he remembered hearing about it, was hard. It was probably even trickier when you were working with something as inherently magical as phoenixes.
Wait. Was that — he bit his lip for a moment, trying to concentrate on his back. Slowly, the wings spread until he could see them in his peripheral vision.