Y/n had slipped in early, knowing Professor McGonagall’s assignment would require more than a few rushed waves of a wand. Turning a glass goblet into a living creature—with full detail and movement—demanded precision, control, and a steady hand. The kind of work that couldn't be rushed.

On the desk before her, a plain glass goblet catches the light. Y/n’s wand is already raised, her focus narrowed to a fine point as she traces the first careful transfiguration patterns in the air.

The door creaks open.

A shadow falls across the desk. Then comes the familiar, drawling voice—cool and sharp as winter air.