Heine balks at the thought of letting any student practice on him. Any kind of magic, and certainly not a hex.

But he is curious.

There's a box of cigarettes on his desk. Heine picks it up, turns it over in his hand, and on the second turn it becomes a white cockatoo, clucking and fluttering its wings.

Heine holds on to its feet and extends his arm to the side. Hopefully the kid's at least got aim.