Ama didn't think the parakeet would try and give the doved Miss Beauregard the old one-two — her concern was more that the new Animagus would be intimidated by Panyin, or otherwise become flustered and lose her focus. She stepped forward, prepared to give the girl some swift instruction if she panicked, but — to her tremendous credit — Miss Beauregard did not panic at all. In fact she rose to the challenge quite literally, hopping off the branch and following her instincts, which led her on a glorious little flight round the garden before landing.

And not only did she land, but she transformed back as she did so, quite as elegantly as if Ama had done it herself. "My dear, that was exemplary", she enthused with utmost honesty, hands still clasped together with unconstrained glee, beaming. "I didn't even have to talk you through your return transformation! How did it all feel?" Her wine-red eyes cast around Miss Beauregard's human form for any stray feathers or patches of grey, but she'd have been impressed even if the young lady had re-emerged with a beak.