This doesn't belong to me; I couldn't do the real thing justice.
Swirle and flick.
Swirle and fick.
He had been trying to remember the not so complicated wand movements he had discreetly persuaded Hermione to help him with. And now he decided he was ready for some target practise. Rounding the dimly lit corner he spotted the perfect bull's eye, well not a bull exactly but a cat.
Mrs Norris.
Swirle and flick.
"RON"
Biting his lip he turned to the enraged Hermione.
"Ronald Billius Weasley!" she screeched
"How dare you abuse that skill, the skill that I taught you, me Ron, me?" Not even giving him a chance to answer she charged on, "What were you even thinking? No wait scratch that you weren't thinking"
"How could you, Ron, how could you even contemplate such a thing?"
"I'm sorry Hermione, really I am."
"Accessories, Ron, accessories. You forgot to Accessorize."
With a maddened flick of her wand she turned and marched away huffing "such a guy".
Ron turned, mouth gaping, back to the previously pink cat which was now decked out in matching pink bows and a bell that could be heard twinkling merrily two corridors away.