Transfiguration III (1/4) *New Class 2/10*

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❁ Mary Fidelma Conri-Dechering ❁ xxxxx
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xxxx <3rd Year> <"American Girl" and Georgia Peach>

Time: 2042-2043
Location: Transfiguration III
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Mary loved Transfiguration class. Not for the subject matter necessarily, though she didn't mind the mathematical aspect of the class or the rest of the subject, no she loved the class for Professor Drage. The dreamy redheaded professor that taught the class. She might have a notebook hidden in her room with hearts around the professor's name. She logically knew nothing would ever come of it and it was as practical as dreaming about a movie star but she could at least dream, right? And besides her interest in the Professor she would argue made her a better student. She eagerly took a seat near the front, took out a note-taking materials, set her wand nearby in reach, and began to take notes on Sciphustestudo. Tortoise to teapot, shouldn't be too bad, right?

Once she was finished with her notes, she selected one of the smaller tortoises at the front of the room and took it to her seat. Placing it on her desk, she pointed her wand at the tortoise and said clearly, "Sciphustestudo." Suddenly, the tortoise transformed from a rather cute tortoise to a tea pot with delicate pink flowers painted on. She beamed up at Professor Drage, quite proud of her accomplishment. When he came around to see her teapot, she then pointed her wand at the tea pot and clearly stated "re-par-ee-far-je." The teapot transformed back to the small tortoise. Mary smiled happy with her results. She was pretty good at this if she put her mind to it she decided. She hoped Professor Drage might congratulate her, but she knew it wouldn't be fair if he played favorites and besides there were other students just as talented as her.



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For a moment the hat was silent before speaking....
My dear, I wager your father will be proud of you regardless
You need to forge your own path
And I think you'll be doing just that in
Hufflepuff!

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✠ Quinn Ezekiel Conri-Dechering ✠ xxxxx
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xxxx <3rd Year>

Time: 2042-2043
Location: Transfiguration III
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Quinn swore he would never really understand his sister's crush on Professor Drage. Sure the Professor was one of the younger professors and he was handsome enough, but Quinn just didn't get it. Just because he was younger didn't mean he was in their age range. However, Quinn did enjoy Professor Drage's class. The subject matter was fascinating and Professor Drage was a good professor at the end of the day. Today, though, was tortoise to teapot.

Quinn was confident he could do well in the class. He selected one of the tortoises from the front of the class and returned to his seat in the front next to his sister. Pointing his wand at his tortoise he said, furrowing his brow in concentration as he envisioned a teapot, "Sciphustestudo". Without any excitement of lights or flashes, the tortoise transformed in front of his eyes into a plain blue teapot. He glanced over to his sister who was showing off with a decorated teapot and trying to catch Professor Drage's attention. When he was instructed to do so, using Reparifarge, Quinn was able to transform his blue teapot to its ordinary form as a teapot.


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For a moment the hat was silent before speaking....
Ah, such concern for your dear sister
A quiet, thoughtful mind, hm?
Yes, I know just where to put you,
Ravenclaw!

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Katya Patrovna
Hufflepuff │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single



Katya had to admit, Mary was right, Professor Drage was pretty dreamy, even if he was considerably older than they were. The little Hufflepuff always wrestled with Transfiguration class, though it had nothing to do with the math aspect. The math was easy enough, at least for her, her problems tended to lie in being able to apply sufficient force of will to make the transfigurations take place. She hated the fact they used living creatures in their classes, and she knew her sister rescued her kitten from the practical OWL exam.

After she took down her notes for the class, Katya got up and collected a smallish tortoise, with an interesting pattern in its shell, from the selection present and took it back to her desk. Her natural sympathies were with the poor creature, and she hoped she or the professor could undo any harm inflicted if her spell went awry. Already, her friends had successfully completed their spells, so Katya knew she didn't want to fail in hers. Pointing her wand at the tortoise, she called out, "Sciphustestudo" in as strong a tone as she could manage. The creature juddered briefly before becoming a teapot, though one with four metal legs like a samovar, and the creature's shell pattern incorporated as part and parcel of the pot's enameled finish. She looked over at the professor, hoping he might give her some positive comments.



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"Black clouds are behind me, I now can see ahead
Often I wonder why I try hoping for an end
Sorrow weighs my shoulders down
And trouble haunts my mind
But I know the present will not last
And tomorrow will be kinder

Tomorrow will be kinder
It's true, I've seen it before
A brighter day is coming my way"

 

[addaellis]

♪♫SONORAxxxMEYLINGxxxLI
third year || Ravenclaw || halfblood
Music club || Quidditch reserve || Dueling Club
irregular attendee of Astronomy club
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Sonora was always a little nervous that one day transfiguration would stop making sense, but somehow for the past two years it was one of her better subjects. Besides, Sona was sure if things ever really did stop making sense, it just meant she would have an excuse to listen to Professor Drage to explain things again. Anyways, class was normal, until mid-way through talking, Professor Drage vanished and turned into a hawk:

”D’awwwwwwwwww!!! was the first sound Sonora made. Then he took flight and in a whisper-squeal, she grabbed Jonah’s arm, shaking him excitedly without taking her eyes off of their bird-professor: ”Jonahheturnedintoahawk!! Heturnedintoahawk!!!”

It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard about animagus. She’d heard it in passing and their textbook had some cursory mention of shapeshifting. But she had never seen someone shift, and it had never hit home how real that shift could be.

Forget chasing a snitch, she could be the snitch!

Sona stopped squealing, but she continued shaking Jonah’s arm with excitement until she realized that Professor Drage had started talking about the first assignment. With a start of renewed excitement, she snatched her quill up, flipped to a blank page of her transfiguration notebook and started taking notes-- expected complications, additional caveats, pronunciation, etymology, the usual notes on casting. She double checked her notes before setting to work with a little turtle, absolutely trembling with excitement.

Her first attempt though, was uncharacteristically unfocused. ”He turned into a bird, Jonah! And he flew! Jonah, I could be a bird! Icouldbeabird! Ahem-- Sciphustestudo.” The turtle turned into a….thing, but it was closer to a lidded bowl than a teapot and still had an untouched shell as the lid ”Reparifarge!” she quickly amended, worriedly checking her turtle over.

She took a deep breath and tried to focus on figuring out how to make the turtle a teapot, but a few minutes later, she couldn’t help but whisper to her best friend: ”Jonah, when do you think Professor Drage is teaching us the animagus spell? Do you think hawks and turtles talk to each other? What kind of animal would you want to turn into?”

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setting Transfiguration, Fall 2044 || with Jonah, third years || status Somewhere between "OURPROFESSORISABIRD!!"and "That’s a red-tailed hawk! He’s so majestic!"
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//OOC: It was about halfway through the writing of this post, back in January, that Adda realized that Sonora was definitely going to try to be an Animagus.

Also open to anyone telling her to focus for the sake of the poor turtle >.<"

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The birds, the sun, the stars, night sky,
It's such a sight to withhold.
Three-six-zero turn to see that we're not alone.
You have a house. Hello home.
♫♪
"Paper Plane's Adventure" by V.K. Lyrics by Tanoshibe on YouTube