"Accio!’ he concentrated on the incantation, repeating it again and again until he could practically feel the unspoken words vibrating on the tip of his tongue. The quill twitched and lazily meandered its way across the bed in his direction, before it toppled off the bed, and came to a stop. Harry sighed - he’d need to practice this. He took up his wand, and repeated the process, and the quill whizzed into his hand immediately. Maybe silent casting would need to be enough.