"Lily?"... "Lily?"
"What do you want? I'm trying to write this Transfiguration paper."
"Your ink spilled. All over your bag."
Lily groaned and looked down. Her ink bottle had indeed fallen over and now the dark ink was bleeding into her new school bag. Great. Just what I need, Lily thought angrily. Her day had been going bad enough without the minor dilemas of spilled ink. First was the whole embarrassing ordeal with Potter calling out at breakfast, then her potions class went horribly as she had been paired with Snape, a rather horrible Slytherin, then she was assigned a lengthy Transfiguration essay to be completed by their next class. After being locked out of the Gryffindor common room for an hour and half because of a recent password change, Lily was feeling somewhat depressed and found herself snapping at everyone who interrupted her.
Lily magicked away the spilt ink and focused her thoughts back on the properties of retransfiguration when her thoughts were interrupted once more when Lily's crush Rob Wood, Seventh year, Head Boy, and Quidditch Captain sat down at the table right next to her. Lily looked back at her paper, her face flushed a little. Retransfiguration is only succesful, however, when the known elements of the spell...
"Excuse me.. um.. Lila?" Rob asked.
"Yes?" Lily said breathlessly, oblivious to the fact that she had been addressed improperly.
"Do you have a quill I could borrow? I seemed to have forgotten mine."
"Sure," said Lily, handing him her quill.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"Retransfiguration, huh?" said Rob, glancing at Lily's essay. "Nasty subject. Took me two months to perfect."
"Yeah. It's tough," replied Lily, even though she had already retransfigured several objects successfully.
Lily looked up some facts about the known elements of spells in her Transfiguration textbook to include in her essay when she realized she had given Rob her last quill. Lily packed away her books and reluctantly went up to her dorm.