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| Professor Aeon Summers | Dec 2 2014, 05:20 AM Post #1 |
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| Killua Freecss | Dec 29 2014, 02:30 AM Post #2 |
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Name: Killua Freecss House: Slytherin Year: Seventh Lesson #1 [justify]Killua Freecss should never have enrolled or begged or whatever to get into Transfiguration class. If it wasn't for this class, he would be free of ANY lessons the whole semester and he could dedicate his whole time in the library or in the Forbidden Forest. He was a nerd and adventurer after all and while not many would know this, it was enough that Abel knew. Though he was not the type of nerd that would go to classes or get high grades. Nope. He would rather spend his time in solitary and read. And so, staying here in class was quite the bore for him. In fact, he would rather learn these stuff outside of Hogwarts for he would have all the time he wanted if he ever wished to practice and not some hour or two and some test to determine whether he was capable in these kinds of stuff or not. With a sigh, as soon as he seated himself beside Abel, the Slytherin decided to doze off. Killy kind of awoken though in the midst of their professor giving instructions. What was this guy's name again? Summers? Winters? Whatever. Yep. Professor Whatever seemed better and easier to remember. What were they going to do again? Conjure chairs? Well, that should be easily done considering that Killy had already practiced conjuring before. And he should have fun too while he was at it. Taking out his wand, the young man decided to concentrate on a very simple wooden chair. And with the correct wand movement and a mutter of the incantation, a small, wooden chair appeared on his desk that was just about 3 inches tall. Satisfied with his handiwork, Killy spent the rest of the period conjuring chairs, though he had only managed to make four others. Well, his work was definitely smaller than his classmates', but hey, nobody said that the chair had to be for a full-sized human right? Well, at least he didn't sleep the whole time. That should be enough to give Professor Whatever something to not nag about, the Slytherin hoped. [/justify] |
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| Nikandros Matthias | Jan 5 2015, 01:27 PM Post #3 |
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Witty - Loosening Up
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[justify]Name: Nikandros Matthias House: Gryffindor Year: Seventh Lesson # One, Two and Three Lesson One: Nikandros Matthias got ready for the new school semester ahead. A whopping seventh year he had become, and he did not become Head Boy, thankfully. Troxa was enough of one, but it was a little awkward with his ex-girlfriend as the Head Girl. But that was none of his concern now. He was more concerned with just graduating and getting the hell out of here. At least his classes were interesting this year. Nikandros entered the Transfiguration classroom and took his seat. He waited for the lesson to begin, and hoped that it would be worth arriving on time for. He was sure that he would learn something new. The seventh year of the academic year was always the best, and from what he had heard, things were exciting in almost all of his classes. He doubted it would be like this in History of Magic though. He looked up once it was time for the lesson to begin. Wait, instead of Professor Black, there was a new professor. Hang on, this school went through professors like he did food. There was never enough. This was Professor Summers. He was taking over for Professor Black. That was unusual. Maybe Professor Black got knocked up or something. The day would begin with Un-Transfiguration and Reversal Spells. It would reverse their transfigurations. He thought that would be rather simple to master. However, today would be review over what they did last year, which was conjuring. He was not the best at conjuring, but he would do his best. A plain chair. Nikandros flourished his wand and stood up from his desk. He focused, and after a moment, he conjured a beanbag chair. Well, not what he was wanting, but it would work. He picked up the beanbag and walked to the front of the room for Professor Summers. Lesson Two: The second week of lessons were arriving and the seventh year Gryffindor Prefect made his way to the classroom that he needed to be in for the time being. Nikandros might have felt ready for the lessons but the NEWTs started to hammer themselves onto his body, and he felt like crap. Not to mention he was gaining like, no social life. Nikandros did not have a reputation anymore, good or bad. He was just a prefect, and that was it. Nikandros sighed as he entered the classroom and found his seat as per usual. He thought about putting his head onto his arms, but he changed his mind. Some of the professors seemed a little strict, though none as bad as Professor Styx. Nikandros made sure that he brought everything with him, including his wand. He sometimes forgot it half way out the dormroom but he normally remembered half way to class. Now that Nikandros was used to seeing Professor Summers over Professor Black, despite only having him for one lesson, Nikandros made sure that he was actually paying attention. They were going to be learning what they were informed from the first lesson. He had to recall what they had learned from their third year. He could not remember that incantation for the life of him. Nikandros nodded at the words, and he watched as the professor demonstrated, and saw that he was a little arrogant for a professor. Weird. If it was easy for Summers, it would be easy for him too! He received a frog, and he tapped the sucker three times for it to turn into a small grasshopper. He tapped it three times again, but it just chirped. Hey, that wasn’t right! He tried it again and again, before it finally turned back into an ugly frog. He turned the thing in and left once dismissed. Lesson Three: Another section of lessons for the week, and now, it was the third week. Nikandros was somewhat relieved that it was toward the middle of the semester. That means that Nikandros was just that much closer to graduating, and this was something that he desperately needed. He needed this break. He could not wait to go home and start to get ready for his future. He did not know what he wanted to do yet, but he could talk to his family members about what he could do. He needed some direction with his life. He was taking a butt load of NEWTs, so he could really do something important. Then again, he might just join a Quidditch team. He was once a beater for Gryffindor, or an alternate one. He chose to no longer be on the team due to the captains. None of them he could get along with. Oh well, he needed to focus on the lesson ahead, as he entered and took a seat. Nikandros looked in the mirror and saw his own amber eyes. He wondered what they were going to be doing. He couldn't transfigure himself to look better. He couldn't improve that! Apparently, they were going to be transfiguring themselves. Into what? Animals? None of them were skilled to be animagi, so he thought. Then he was horrified to find out that they were going to be giving themselves goat ears. However, using this on someone else is illegal. Well, that ruined his fun! He looked at himself in the mirror, and got out his wand. He grimaced as he imagined himself with goat ears. He memorized the spell though, and thought that he would just have to do this fast and get it over with. He looked back at the professor to see his ears but they were elephant ears. He clasped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Now, he needed to focus. He looked at the picture, and then tapped three times over his ear. Slowly, his ears became that of a goat. He quickly changed them back, before he thought that was enough. He didn't want to ruin his image.[/justify] |
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| Damon Kyle | Jan 5 2015, 10:06 PM Post #4 |
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Adopted ♤ Serious ♤ Dark
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[justify]Name: Damon Kyle House: Hufflepuff Year: Seventh Lesson # One, Two and Three Lesson One: Once more, it was the start of a new semester, and the seventh year Hufflepuff made his way through the corridors to reach the classroom he needed to be in today. Damon Kyle walked toward the classroom with a hardened look upon his face, as he was growing colder and colder by the day, especially when he spent time with his family, the Zhefarovich family. Perhaps it was affecting him more than he even realized. Damon finally arrived to the classroom, right on time. He found his seat and settled down since it was almost time for the class to begin. He was eager to graduate, much like other students within his year. Some might feel sad, but he did not. He just wanted to leave. The other seventh years arrived to the classroom and soon enough, the lesson began. Damon smiled slightly to himself, something that now seem foreign on his face. Wait, he looked at the professor, and it wasn't Professor Black. His name was Professor Summers. Instead, they were going to be conjuring something like they had when they were in their sixth year. Today, they were going to be conjuring a chair. That should be better. He pictured his own wooden chair in his mind and he looked down at his robes before he flourished his wand. It was a nonverbal spell, and he was relieved that he had mastered that, well, for the most part. He stood up by his desk before he remembered the three tap method. In his mind there was a good wooden chair. Once he tapped the air three times, a chair appeared before him, with all four legs and it looked good enough to sit in. Damon decided to test it out and see how strong it was. He took a seat and it did not even groan. He smiled lightly, and thought that he would conjure up even more complex chairs in the future. He turned and his left the classroom. Damon thought that he had passed the lesson. Lesson Two: The second week of lessons rolled by, seemingly as fast as the first week. Damon Kyle walked into the classroom once more and found his seat. His eyes wondered the classroom, searching for someone he recognized. He could recognize people, but they might not recognize him since he was no longer the happy, go lucky boy anymore. When he discovered he was a pure-blood, he was not exactly welcomed since he was raised like a muggle, and he was shunned by those of lesser blood due to his blood. He did not know which way to turn anymore. He just knew that he could not wait until he could get home. He let out a sigh as his eyes wondered up to the professor, and waited for the lesson to begin. He needed his grades to be good, so that he could get out of here. Damon made sure he was ready once the others arrived. As soon as a question was raised, Damon raised his hand, and as soon as he was chosen, he spoke, "It is reversing transfiguration spells. Basically, turning it into the proper form." Of course he was paying attention last lesson. He was the Head Girl. He wondered if anyone looked up to his, or if they envied or hated his, perhaps all of the above. They were going to be transfiguring frogs into grasshoppers and then back again. They were going to be using the three tap method of course, and it was going to be nonverbal. Professor Summers demonstrated in front of them, and though it seemed easy to his, there was no telling if it will be easy for them. Damon was one of those that wanted to practice without words. He opened his box and he flourished his wand. He did the three tap method, spoke the spell clearly in his mind, and the frog was soon a grasshopper. Damon then tapped the animal again, and it was turned back into a grasshopper. He had it presented, and then they were dismissed. Grabbing his things, he left the classroom for the day. Lesson Three: Now, it was in the middle of the semester. That meant that Damon Kyle was getting closer and closer to graduation, and he wondered if he would end up as someone good. Or, would he end up merged within the family, and be someone that could be dangerous to the society? Damon had no idea, as his world was being mapped out for him by his adopted father. His own brother seemed like he was somewhat silent. His brother also seemed more open to the family than Damon was. He was just afraid of losing himself. Damon let out a sigh as he entered the classroom and found his seat. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, and wondered what the lesson would be for the day. He needed something else to focus on since he was getting a little depressed thinking over his future. Classes were a good distraction. Looking toward Professor Summers as everyone was situated to get started on learning, they were told that they were going to be working with human transfiguration, which made his think immediately of animagi, which none of them as far as he were aware were talented enough for that. They were only going to be transfiguring their ears. It was amusing that this type of transfiguration was illegal, not that he couldn't see why because he very well could with ease. Someone getting in trouble with the Ministry over a prank was laughable. He took a mental note of the spell, Auris, and then three tap method which was rather simple. It was disappointing that they were going to be doing goat ears, but he had watched the professor do it with amazing ease. He wanted to be able to do it nonverbally, but for now, a verbal command would do the trick. He took out his wand, and he looked at the picture and back at the mirror. He did the three tap method, and said the incantation, before he transfigured his ears into those of a goat. He returned his ears back to normal, and he left the classroom upon dismissal. He was not going to practice anymore in public, that was for sure.[/justify] |
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| Professor Bryce Chamberlin | Jan 14 2015, 10:21 PM Post #5 |
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Professional Photographer - Seer - Part-Veela - Divination Professor (Y5-Y7)
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[justify]Name: Professor Bryce Chamberlin House: Ravenclaw Year: Seventh Lesson # One, Two, Three and Four Lesson One: It was about time that the lessons started up for the young Ravenclaw Prefect. Now an adult, Bryce Chamberlin thought that this was all surreal. However, he always pictured graduating with his family looking at him, but one would be missing. His father. It had been over a year now, and the pain was still there. However, he was healing. Bryce smiled slightly to himself as he walked into the classroom he had to be in. He found his seat next to his best friend as per always. After the break, the two had yet to talk about what they were now, but Bryce figured that they would find some time to talk soon enough. They were both busy with all their roles, and would have time later to figure it out. Bryce looked at the professor and waited for the lesson to begin. He would know when the lips of the professor would start to move. Bryce remembered this professor at the Great Hall. Summers. However today they were going to be using a conjuring spell, and they were going to be conjuring chairs today. They had mastered conjuring last year, and now they were going to be practicing. He thought that this should be easy. Bryce pictured a simple wooden chair in his mind, and he thought that another color would be neat. One that was painted, and he wanted it to be maroon. He stood up and moved his chair to the side. He flourished his wand before he smiled a little bit. He pictured it once more before he recalled the three tap method. Tapping the air three times, he thought of the chair and it was conjured before him. He smiled in relief because it had caused a lot of his mental thoughts when he had conjured the chair. He really needed to be able to conjure more because it was that tiring to his mind. Bryce figured that he was done for the day before he decided to get his things and leave. The Ravenclaw Prefect was finished! Lesson Two: The second week of lessons finally arrived, and that meant that the seventh years would be diving right into their lesson load. Bryce Chamberlin looked forward to this. He walked into his classroom and took his seat before getting out his things to take some notes when he needed. He was sure that in every class, except potions, he would need to do this. Bryce let out a sigh and he looked up at the professor to see that the lesson had a couple of moments before it would begin. He would have to keep an eye on the lips of the professor to make sure that he did not miss a word. That would be something terrible, but he could always ask Rosie for help if he needed. He smiled slightly to himself and wondered what the future held for him and his best friend. He looked at her and smiled, before he looked back at the professor. The lesson began. While today they were going to be continuing in Untransfiguration spells and nonverbal spells, Bryce prayed that they were not going to be working with something that crawled around. A few questions were asked, and both of the people got it right, though the second question was incredibly easy. Even if he had to think twice on it and be sure that he was right in his head. In the box on his desk, he peeked into the box to see a frog. He closed the lid quickly. They were going to be turning them into grasshoppers and back again. That sounded easy, but he would have to work hard on it and never take it for granted. After the professor demonstrated, it was their turn. He thought of the spell in his head, and he did the three tap method on his frog before he watched it transform into a grasshopper. Doing it again, he managed to turn it back into a frog. He presented it before they were dismissed. He got his things and left without hesitation. Lesson Three: Week three came around the corner as quick as the second week came. Bryce Chamberlin was struggling to keep up with all the responsibilities he had. Bryce was somehow handling it without his hair falling out. He was just glad that he could pull this off with Quidditch matches coming up really soon. At least he was not behind on any of his NEWTs. That was something that worried him over everything else. The NEWTs were often hell on earth, from what he knew from his siblings. All of them were graduated by now, and he was the last one to graduate. He would relish in that fact that he was the baby. He smiled as he walked into the classroom and nodded toward the professor. Bryce wondered if his dad was proud of how his son was doing in school. And they were worried because of his lack of hearing. After everyone had arrived, Professor Summers told them that they were going to be working on human transfiguration, and turning their ears into goat ears. He wrinkled his nose because he did not like the thought of him having goat ears, but it was the professor's idea. This type of Transfiguration was legal to do to someone while they were not expecting it. Bryce could understand that, even if it did sound like fun. So he would probably have to ask for permission. He memorized the spell, being Auris, and then they were shown by Professor Summers doing it to himself. Now it was their turn, and Bryce studied the picture carefully. He flourished his wand, and he tried the spell once verbally, and it worked! Only they were a tad bit smaller than he had imagined. Shrugging, he continued until it was perfection, and he tried it with the ears of a Pomeranian, which were adorable. Laughing softly, he returned his ears back to normal and he left the classroom, wanting to master it nonverbally. Lesson Four: It was more than half way over with the semester. Bryce Chamberlin walked into the classroom that he was needed to be in for the time being. Bryce was handling the schoolwork a little easier now, and he was loving the year so far. He was going to graduate really soon, and this would be the last year of school. His seer training would be done, and he might be a seer, so that he could see the future. He wondered how reliable it was. Were the prophesies true? Or did they depend on situations? He did not know, but it was something that he would have to as Professor Le Fey. He did not know which of them that he could think of who was teaching this year. Well, didn’t the original just become a mother? Surely she would be back by now. But, who knew, cause he sure did not. Looking up at the professor once more, his eyes landed on the man's lips as he started to talk. He read that today would be revision over what they learned in the previous years. Good, he needed a good review. He had a talent for some subjects, and he believed that Transfiguration was one of them. He received the parchment with the questions, and somehow, he remembered each of the answers as he wrote them down. He turned it in and started to practice on changing a spoon into a quill, and back again. He needed to brush up on these small spells. As soon as he was successful on the match one, he had to leave. He walked out of the classroom, a little relieved.[/justify]
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| Sergei Zhefarovich | Jan 15 2015, 12:02 PM Post #6 |
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Sarcastic - Cold - Perceptive Manipulative - Animagus
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[justify]Name: Sergei Zhefarovich House: Slytherin Year: Seventh Lesson # 1-4 Lesson One: Sergei Zhefarovich relished and absorbed the fact that he was now on the top of food chain. He was a seventh year, a Slytherin Prefect as well. He hated who the head people were, as they were either a mudblood or someone who got in his face last year before he beat them to a pulp. And, he lost a duel to the latter. He hated that, but it made them even to some extent. He shook his head as he entered the classroom once more, with a hardened expression upon his cold features. His silvery eyes flashed as he looked over who all were present so far. This year seemed to be a repeat of the last couple, since everyone he knew were still here, unfortunately. He let out a sigh as he took a seat in the back of the classroom. He preferred to be in the back, away from the unworthy people. Once the seventh years were inside of the classroom, a new professor named Professor Summers greeted the classroom. 'Oh god, where in the hell do they find these guys?' They were reminded of the NEWTs, unfortunately. At least they were going to be going into a few new topics this year too before revision. The topic would be Untransfiguraiton, which was turning something back to the proper form. It was simply a reversal spell. Apparently they were going to have to conjure some. That would work for him. Now they could conjure a chair. That seemed easy enough, and it would be nonverbal too. The three tap method would still be in use. He stood up and flourished his wand. He focused on a simple chair, and then tapped the air three times. A chair burst forth out of thin air. He grabbed the chair and took it to the front where it would be graded. It was a good chair at least, and then he waited to be dismissed. Lesson Two: The second week occurred at long last. Sergei Zhefarovich was not having a good week so far, but thankfully, all he had to do was worry over the NEWTs. He did not have any other engagements he had to worry about, except perhaps his relationship with Valentina, whatever they were. He did not have a name for them, but it was exclusive, and the two were pretty close now. She knew about his little ability to turn into a black jaguar. She was the first one he told about it. He did not let Preston know until recently, and what a shock that was. He was still smirking over that event. He was sure that Preston would not let him forget that event. Just the look on his face was implanted into his memory for all time to come. He settled into the back of the room, the smirk fading off his class. He waited for the lesson to begin. The day's lesson would be focusing on Untransfiguration and nonverbal spells, which was what they had gone over verbally last lesson. A Slytherin that Sergei had either not seen before or lacked paying attention to answered the question, before his silvery eyes turned to the front to see what they were going to be doing. He looked to the box on his desk and inside was a frog. They would be transfiguring them into grasshoppers and then back to frogs without speaking a word. That did not seem too bad. He lazily raised his hand to answer the question and he spoke with one, cold word, "Locusta." They would have to remember the three tap method too. That would be easy. The professor demonstrated, and then Sergei got right to work. He flourished his wand, and remembered what a grasshopper looked like before he used the three tap method and changed it without speaking a word. Then he turned it back to a frog, before he turned in his work and left as soon as they were dismissed. Lesson Three: The third week arrived shortly, so much so that Sergei Zhefarovich was a little surprised that it arrived this quickly. It just meant that the NEWTs were on their way, inching their ways into the minds and hearts of the seventh years, to devour them. Sergei was definitely one of those that was ready for the NEWTs. The day came where he would do the NEWTs and everything would come out all right. He smirked slightly as he took his seat in the classroom that he had to be in for the time being. Sergei let out a sigh as he settled down to his seat. He waited for the class to begin, which should be any moment. He was good at getting to class on time, for some unknown reason. He did not know how he managed to stay on top of his homework and such, but he managed just fine. Professor Summers started up the class and how they were going to be working with human transfiguration. And they were going to be turning their ears into goat ears. Sergei rolled his eyes, knowing that he would get this right since he had already mastered transfiguration itself. The transfiguration was not legal to do on someone else who was not expecting it, even if it was a cool prank. He did not prank people so he did not really care. The spell was called Auris, and it would be used for all ear transfigurations. Professor Summers demonstrated and his ears turned into elephant ears. Rolling his eyes once more, they were told that they had to do it. He looked at the picture and he nonverbally cast the spell on his ears. He transfigured them into black goat ears before turning them back to normal. He hated this lesson. He was glad when they were free to leave. Lesson Four: The fourth week of lessons came forth, which caused Sergei Zhefarovich to wonder how long the semester was going to end, or how fast it would eventually come to the finish line. Sergei made his way into the classroom he had to be in for the day. He had a lot to study up on, and he needed to review some. He would have to in his own time, since he was almost positive that he would end up getting behind if he slacked off even just a little. For someone who hated the world, Sergei Zhefarovich managed to find some sort of respect for the school and the academics. Perhaps becoming an animagus changed that. He looked up at the professor as he clasped his hands together, The lesson would begin at any point, seeing as the professor looked prepared to start the lesson. Good, Sergei wanted to get this done and over with.[/justify]
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| Perseas Stratis | Jan 19 2015, 05:47 PM Post #7 |
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Name: Perseas Stratis House: Gryffindor Year: 5th Lesson: All Lesson 1 Perseas was up and early. He got dressed and well prepared for his classes, everything fell in place. He loved it went things work out in their own way. He went to class and made right after a few students enter before him. He took his seat besides his fellow gryffindors, grabbed out his notes to write in anything necessary. Theory was always good information to go over; some students detested having to do so. He wrote part of the information given, vanishing charm will on his mind for the rest of the day. He suspects everything that vanishes sort of just goes into another universe for storing or the matters no longer exist. He wrote down his own theory. He was glad to actually be done with writing; he preferred using magic in this class sometimes. "Evanesco" he recited with the rest of his class. He said it a few times on the top of his head, sounded French but he was sure it was Latin. Most spells at Hogwarts were Latin pronounced. Class was dismissed, Perseas gather up to his feet and left. Lesson 2 Perseas was feeling extremely optimistic today. He supposes it had something to do with today's lesson. Another new spell learn and less writing is always ace for him. He sat down greeting the professor a little too late. His mind went wondering for a bit but he was back in reality no longer then a second. He was that determine to do the spell, that any lack of focus today will be his downfall for not completing the lesson. He listen to the Professor demonstrate the spell for them. Three taps and the wording, okay you can do that. In addition to the indication of the spell and movement, again he had to tell himself to focus, or else something else could go wrong. For something to go wrong right now he'd be mortified. Taking out his wand, he was given his share of erasers. They were duplicated from the original he suspected. He took one by hand and became one with the material. Or something like that, focusing his amount of energy on the eraser. He set the eraser down and rounded the tip of his wand around the eraser. It was sort of like trying to power up his energy for the one moment in which case he needed to make the spell work. When he was very well aquatinted with the eraser and his focus was great, he tap the eraser three times and shouted "Evanesco!" His fingers sent out a yet of steaming light, or so he thought he had did. When he looked at the eraser if it was still there, a puff of clouded smoke took up its face. The eraser had vanished on his first try. "Whoooa" he spoke to see the small poof of smoke dissolved. He took a few more erase and with the same indication he made several others disappear. One not so much, half of it was gone because his eyes started to wander off by this point. Still he succeeded well. Lesson 3 Perseas arrived at the classroom with nothing but his wand in hand. After covering the theory of vanishing spells, he was sure that practise was what was going to follow. He went for a seat at the back of the room and his pale eyes focused on the black cloth, completely covering what looked like a container. The cloth was cast away and revealed a tank with slugs and snails. This looked challenging. It wasn't as easy as inanimate objects although the particular animals didn't have a spine. The professor invited the fifth years to come and get either a slug or a snail to practise the vanishing spell. Perseas picked both and placed them on his palm. On his way back and as he was passing past Rhiannon's desk, he brought the gastropods close to her, knowing that the girl was possibly finding them disgusting. Perseas returned quickly back to his seat and placed them on his desk. First he worked with the slug. Although it was bigger than the snail he had picked up, it lacked the exoskeleton and it should be easier to vanish the soft tissue than the several layers of calcium carbonate. Perseas pointed at the slimy creature crawling on the wood surface and tapped his wand three times. With his first try, the brownish slug disappeared only a darker, slimy imprint on the desk. For a moment he was tempted to try and vanish the sticky slime as well but he feared that he might create a hole on the desk. Besides he still had the snail to work on. He tried again the vanishing spell but this time he didn't have the right results. The force of his spell might have warned the snail that retructed back in the safety of the spirally, coiled shell. Perseas spent the rest of the class trying to get rid of the motionless shell but to no aveil. When the professor announced the end of the class, Perseas picked up the shell frustrated to hand it back. Only then he found out that the snail existed no more and he was only left with its empty shell. Lesson 4 Perseas had been looking forward for his next transfiguation, knowing that they were keep going practising on vanishing charms but on more complex targets. Last time he had succeeded at completely vanishing a slug but he had a hard time with the snail's shell. After collecting a few from the grounds and practising for three, full hours, he managed to vanish the whole snail at once. He was expecting some sort of mammal for this time and his suspicion was confirmed when he entered the room and his eyes fell on the cages on professor's desk. Perseas didn't underestimate the mice's small stature. They consisted of a complex skeleton, bigger organs and limps. He knew that if he wanted to vanish the rodents at once, he had to be extremely concentrated. Perseas followed his classmates and went to choose the mouse he was going to work with. He randomly took in his hands a grey one with a notched ear. Perseas returned back to his desk and let the mouse roam freely on it, feel comfortable with its new surroundings. The gryffindor was holding his wand and took a deep breath while trying to block any distracting sounds around him. He had one easy shot now that the mouse was oblivious to his intention. If he was going to miss, the rodent was going to run away and as the professor suggested, it was going to be far more difficult to vanish a moving target. As the mouse turned around to peer at the front of the room where some students were loudly casting vanishing spells, Perseas sneakily pointed his wand at it. "Evanesco!" he said and the mouse disappeared in an instance. A triumphant smile crossed his face and decided to aim his next vanishing spells on random objects around him, casting from distance. Before the end of the class, he dedicated the rest of his time trying to vanish other students'mouses but he didn't really succeed. Lesson 5 Perseas watched in fascination as professor conjured a duck. If the ducks weren't technically real anyway, it didn't seem so unethical anyway. Had the other animals they'd been working with been conjured too? If so, it rendered Perseas' discomfort with the situation faintly ridiculous. Still, they looked like real ducks. Perseas moved to the edge of the room with the rest of the class as the professor filled the room with panicked ducks. I guess I'd be panicking too, if I'd just been created. At first, Perseas tried to cast the spell from a distance, but whichever duck he aimed at had fled before could finish the spell. So he was reduced to chasing them round the room, as most of the other students seemed to be doing. Fairly soon, Perseas got close enough to one to try the spell. "Evanesco!" he shouted, his voice inaudible in all the noisy chaos of shouting and quacking. Nevertheless, the spell worked. The duck vanished with what Perseas could have sworn was a faint pop. A few bedraggled feathers, presumably splinched, floated in the space where it had been. Lesson 6 Perseas entered the Transfiguration classroom wondering if they were going to make anything vanish again, or if they were going to have the free period to study. He kind of wanted a free day, so he hoped for the latter. He took his seat and waited. After a few others arrived, the professor put down the book, and then rose. They were indeed going to have a light week, and review. They could go anywhere they wanted as well. Perseas thought that this was nothing more but a lucky break. He wanted to be able to study in the privacy of his own dorm. He soon departed from the class, determined to get back and away from the class. The Gryffindor house was one of the places where he felt the safest. He entered his dorm and he started to review his notes, remembering all of the spells for Transfiguration. He could very well say, he was prepared for the OWLs. |
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| Abel Smith | Jan 19 2015, 09:07 PM Post #8 |
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Clumsy | Werewolf | Trying To See The 'Bright Side' | Locating Wisdom
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Name: Abel Smith House: Slytherin Year: 7th Lesson: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6. [justify]Lesson One Abel walked into the Transfiguration classroom quietly and took a seat beside his friend, Killua. He felt as if he had not been to Transfiguration for a good amount of time, but it was the first lesson of the year, so it was to be expected. Chances of him actually remembering things were slim though, which was why he decided that he would put some reading onto his list of things to do this year. He watched the professor as greeted them, and realised that he was new. Or, he hoped he was, otherwise his observation skills were seriously lacking and he should get that checked out. But he was sure he did not know an Professor Aeon Summers, it wasn't a name he would forget easily. The classes then begun. The chalk scratched along the board, and revealed what it was they would be doing for this lesson. Un-transfiguration, and Reversal Spells, apparently. The newly appointed prefect rolled his shoulders and pulled out some writing equipment to get started on those notes he just decided he would begin reading. As the professor spoke, Abel continued to write away, and smiled slightly at the idea of re-doing some conjuring magic. That was a relief. A little rewind was always something he preferred doing, as opposed to trusting his memory to pull him through. Especially at the beginning of the year. He continued writing, and made sure that 'concentration is key' was the most underlined word on the parchment. That was his downfall recently, but now that he even had a little bit of teaching under his belt, he realised that professors didn't just like to get their students to have worry-lines. Concentration actually was incredible important. He pulled out his wand, and begun thinking of a chair. A nice, plain, wooden chair. It was harder than he first anticipated, because focusing on a chair was difficult, when all he could hear was some sniffling. He opened his eyes, and looked around, only to find that Kelsey was up and leaving. Now he was thoroughly distracted and would probably never get a stupid chair working. With a quick apology to the professor, and a promise to come back later and finish, Abel threw all his belongings into his bag, and followed Kelsey out. [/justify] [justify]Lesson Two Abel had to admit, he was surprised that Killua had continued to come. His friend enjoyed the simpler things in life, like sleeping. And eating. And annoying others. Learning just was not that high on Killy's list of necessities for living. Abel, however, was trying to change that, and thought that convincing his fellow Seventh year to actually attend a class was the right way to go. The Slytherin sat down and unpacked his belongings, before muttered to Killy. "Killy?" he looked at his friend, and found that he had already fallen asleep. Fighting the urge to shove his friend, Abel turned his focus on the cardboard boxes in front of them, and jumped slightly when his moved somewhat violently to the side. He lent forward slightly, and peered into the box, finding a frog. Abel was not a huge fan of frogs, finding the little amphibians too jumpy and slimy and noisy and creepy. Their eyes were just the stuff of nightmares. He shrunk back and cursed under his breath. But hey, at least Killy was awake now, although the chances of this being for long were rather slim. He would take what he could get, when it came to Killua. The thought of transfiguring the frog into an equally annoying creature was not something that made Abel feel better, but it had to be done. He pulled out his wand, and pointed it at the frog in the box. The little amphibian ribbeted at him, eyeing him with big, red eyes. A disgusted shiver creeped up Abel's spine as he focused on turning the frog into a grasshopper. He breathed in and out slowly, before tapping three times. However, nothing happened, except maybe a small change in colour on the frog's part. Well, he tried the non-verbal approach, and it did not work out too well. This time, the verbal approach. He paused though, when he noticed that Killua's box was closed, and groaned when he heard his friend's snoring. Merlin's robes. "Killy, wake up," he muttered frantically, giving the professor an awkward smile in an attempt to make the man not at all suspicious. It failed. Stupendously. Realising that there was nothing left to do for his friend, short of pushing him off his chair to wake him up more permanently, Abel tried to transfigure the frog once more, but decided to try non-verbally once again. If Killy could get a head of a grasshopper being as lazy as he was, surely Abel could do more than a colour change. And he was right. It took him a third go, but in the end, he had a creepy grasshopper to present the professor. Killy had... well, he certainly had an interesting frog-hopper. He then reversed his grasshopper back to a frog, and left the classroom. [/justify] [justify]Lesson Four Abel sighed as he entered the Transfiguration classroom alone. His plans to have Killy and him do Transfiguration together so he was not bored had failed, mostly because Killy was too lazy to even pretend to be interested. Perhaps it was time to set his old CoMC book on his friend again. He still had it, all the way back at home, but he could wait until the holidays to get him back. Killy had waited a year once, so Abel could wait a few months. He sat down, and soon a sinking feeling came over him as he realised that this was revision, which automatically made him think of the final weeks, and the fact that this was his seventh year. However, before he spent too much time thinking of a future that was probably going to be really dull, he brought himself back to look at the piece of parchment in front of him. There was nothing wrong with revision. Revision was good. With a deep breathe, he got to work. When he was finished, he handed it in, and left the classroom. [/justify]
[justify]Lesson Five It was the fifth week of classes, and Abel was still trying to ignore the fact that, after this, he was one more uncomfortable step closer to the end of his seventh year, and thus would be pushed out into the big, wide world. He was not ready, since school life was much easier than out there. Out there, he would be outed as a werewolf, and if he was lucky, shunned. By everyone. The thought of having his quiet, somewhat comfortable life here derailed by something that was completely out of his control, was horrifying, and not something he wanted to think of as his time at school slowly turned to an end. How could everyone be so excited about this? This was horrible. They probably had their entire lives planned out, but the cynical Slytherin knew that just because something was planned it did not mean that it would actually work out that way. All he could hope for was that none of his family decided to crash his graduation, and further ruin his life. He looked at the questions in front of him, and shrugged. He'd thought ahead and read, and read, and re-read everything. He was prepared. After answering the questions as best he could, he turned his work in and left the classroom. [/justify]
[justify]Lesson Six It was the last lesson of Transfiguration, and all Abel could think about was the fact that this was the last week of classes. This time next term, they would have exams, and then graduation, and then they would be thrown out into the real world to either thrive, or fail at life. He felt a little sick and it was not because of the moon. The thought of leaving school was seriously beginning to weigh on him negatively, and he had considered about maybe trying to repeat, but knew that he could never actually go through with it. If he repeated, he would be alone, and being alone was not as much fun as some thought it was. He doubted there were two people like Killua at the school. He sighed and took a seat near the back of the classroom, and then looked down at the parchment. He was beginning to get sick of revision, having had it three times now, but this was the end of it, so the least he could do was give it a shot. [/justify]
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