Hermione was very excited about the challenge and before starting she made sure to keep her breathing steady, practised the pronunciation a few times, making sure to emphasise the correct parts of the words before tracing the wand movement a few times, this was her chance to prove to herself that she deserved to study at Hogwarts and she was going to make the most of it. She tried to picture the final product just like Professor Mcgonagall had instructed them, she remembered the needles she had used in the sewing arts and crafts at her school, she had hated threading them, never managing to quite do it. So while the rest of the class were attempting the spell, getting annoyed as nothing happened Hermione simply pictured a needle, she raised her Fir wood wand and clearly stated the incantation, she felt the knot in her chest tighten as if someone was pulling the two ends, a strange feeling flowed from her and into her wand and she watched in disappointment as instead of changing into a complete replica of the needle she had pictured it instead sharpened slightly at the end. She felt the disappointment wash over her, she had done everything correctly, why wasn't it working.