No doubt it would occur to me later while I'm in the shower, or some other awkward time.
"We need to focus on the assignment," I say instead, turning to the plate of mouldy food in front of us and wrinkling my nose. "What do you think it is?"
"My guess is that the bit at the back is bread." He takes out his wand and points towards the solid mass at the back. I nod. Bread does seem likely. It isn't that which bothered me, though, it's the bright spots of fuzzy mould all over it.
"I don't think it matters what it is," I murmur. "Just that we turn it back into what it should be."
"And how are we going to do that without knowing what it should be?" Bradley asks.
"We could just try a reversal spell?" I suggest, getting out my wand and preparing myself to do magic. I tap the bread, willing
