"What, you don't think I would look good with a beak? I think I would look great with a beak. All the students would be so envious that they would beg you to transform them as well." Nate actually thought he would look terrible with a beak. Sharp angles looked better on some people than others, and his nose wasn't big enough for it to really seem like a natural progression. "Although birdseed, gross. Having a bird beak doesn't mean having a bird stomach."
He was still concentrating on controlling the wings. How did birds do this all the time? Although he supposed if he got pushed out of a nest he would learn pretty quickly — there. He fluttered his wings briefly, trying not to knock anything else off of the table.
"If you're going to try to get rid of them," he said, feeling enchanted — wings! Beautiful, perfect wings that were his and he could move, "could I at least try them out first? Please? And then you can do whatever your little academic heart desires, and then we can turn me loose on the sixth-years and let them mock me while concealing their massive envy."