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Make-Up Lessons; *Archived* Years 1-4
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[justify]Name: Alexander Nightray
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Second Year
Lesson # 1-6

Lesson 1

It was the start of another semester. Alexander Nightray made her way to his Transfiguration classroom. Over the break, he had took it upon himself to do advanced readings. He was a part of his house' quidditch team. The practice and training would take a huge chunk of his time once the quidditch season starts. That meant that he had less time to study. Although he was not that studious, often only attending classes because he had to, his father's wishes was his first priority. His father wanted him to perform well not only in quidditch but also academically. And whatever the older man asks him to do, he would. That was how he had been raised.

The Hufflepuff took his usual seat, the one in the middle of the room, not too far from the board, but not too near that he would garner unnecessary attention. He gave the room a quick glance. Ravenclaws. He was sharing the class with Ravenclaws. It was a pity that his sister was sorted into another house. They rarely had any class together. He could do nothing about that though. Instead, he turned his attention to their Professor when she began addressing them. The young Nightray did not bother to raise his hand as a question had been raised. He listened attentively as their Professor briefed them about the syllabus. While listening, his thoughts went to his grandparents. Did they use animate to inanimate transfiguration to punished those family members who failed to reach their expectations? They probably didn't, but knowing them, he couldn't discount the possibility. He had never gotten on their bad side though, so he would never know the answer. After they were given a homework, they were dismissed. Alexander, who had not brought out any writing utensils to take note, had left the room without sparing his classmates a single glance.

Lesson 2

Quidditch training was certainly tiring, but Alexander was in no position to complain. In fact, he was never one to complain. But he was tired, that thing was for certain. He didn't look much different from how he usually looked, the same bored bordering on apathetic expression on his face, the same leisurely pace that he takes whenever he walks. The only sign that he was exhausted was he was less responsive than usual. And thus, the plastic jar on their Professor's desk had gone unnoticed as he made his way to his usual seat.

Even tired, he kept his posture as he sat and turned his attention to their Professor. Today would be their first real lesson on Animate to inanimate transfiguration. He took mental notes as their Professor continued to speak. Once the jar arrived at his desk, he took a beetle and passed the container to the next student. He briefly wondered whether there was a student who was scared of these tiny creatures. His cousin was an avid collector of them. Honestly though, he didn't really care. Although gauging their distant relatives' reactions upon seeing his cousins' collections, he came to a conclusion that these creatures could appear as disgusting to some. He closed his fist around his beetle, gently in order not to crush it and kill it. He listened to their Professor's instructions, and once they were allowed to practice on their own, he opened his hand to see the beetle, motionless, on his palm. He wondered if he had killed it. That would be a shame. Their Professor had specifically told them not to kill it, after all. Fortunately, it began to move. As per their Professor's instructions, he pictured a button in his mind. The same color as that of the beetle on his palm. Red. He visualized the beetle turning into a button. Once he was satisfied, he took out his wand, did the three tap method, and said, "Praepilatus". There was a soft poof and the beetle turned into a red button. He brought it to their Professor for grading before he left the room after they were dismissed.

Lesson 3

Alexander took his usual seat upon entering their Transfiguration classroom. Unlike last time, he wasn't as tired. He had a fairly good sleep too, which was good. Of all things, he liked sleeping. He sat quietly as he waited for the class to start. As a young member of his family, he had been taught the value of time. His family, after all, were extremely strict when it came to following schedules. The room was almost full, he knew he didn't have to wait long.

The young Hufflepuff turned his attention to their Professor as she addressed them. Like last time, he didn't raise his hand when their Professor threw a question. He watched as he brought out a cage full of chipmunks and listened as she told them that the animals will not be harmed. He saw relief on some of his classmates' faces, although his expression remained impassive. He didn't understand at first. Soon, he learned that it was because of their Professor's statement. Honestly, if he was to be asked, he would say that he didn't really mind. His family didn't really teach him the value of caring for those creatures that were below them or those that weren't like them. Their loyalty was with those within their family. For those outside, they didn't care much. It seemed, however, that that wasn't the case here. His eyes narrowed a bit. Noted. Animals shall not be harmed. Most people didn't like it. Or so it seemed.

He looked at the chipmunk assigned to him. It was small but its movement was slow. If their Professor had not cast a spell on it, he probably would be chasing after it though. He listened to their Professor's further instructions. Like last meeting, he visualized the chipmunk turning into stone, very much like those statues at their house. Once he was sure that he was ready, he did the three tap method and said, "Statua". Instantly, the chipmunk turned into a statue made of stone. He picked it up, inspecting it, briefly wondering how it felt like to be turned into a stone. Once the class was over, he brought it back to their Professor before he left the room.

Lesson 4

As usual, Alexander was one of the first ones to arrive at their Transfiguration classroom. He took his usual seat and brought out a book to read while waiting for the class to start. It was good that he wasn't having much trouble with transfiguration this year. Perhaps it was because he was good at concentrating. Or perhaps it was because he had a fairly creative imagination. Whatever the reason was, he was just relieved that he wasn't having much difficulty. He couldn't say the same about his other classes though.

The Hufflepuff closed his book and returned it to his bag when their Professor began addressing them. He was looking forward to their activity, however, it seemed that they were to have a theory session instead of a practical one. There was not use complaining though. Instead, he brought out his writing materials to take notes. While he had a fairly good memory, it was still wiser to write down the information that their Professor was saying. It would make reviewing for the exam easier. The lesson was about inanimate to animate transfiguration. He tapped the desk with his quill. It sounded difficult. But perhaps, with the right amount of practice, he could do it. He had to be able to do it. His father's voice rang in his ears. He had to pass the class. Because he was quite used to long study sessions, courtesy of their tutor before he attended Hogwarts, he wasn't as bored as some of his classmates by the time that their Professor had deemed it necessary to show them how inanimate to animate transfiguration worked.

The Hufflepuff watched as their Professor transfigured a chair into a monkey. The creature was... loud. It began walking around the class, dancing and swinging its arms. Alexander was rarely fazed, and rarely did he dislike anything, but he didn't like this monkey. He docked and shifted closer to his classmate when the monkey passed his side. Personal space forgotten, he didn't move to return to his usual position. Fortunately, the class came to an end. He packed up his things and quickly left the room. If there's something that he learned aside from Inanimate to animate transfiguration, it was that he didn't like monkeys.

Lesson 5

Alexander entered the Transfiguration classroom, wondering whether the monkey would still be there. Hopefully, it wasn't. It was ridiculous, but he didn't really like it. Fortunately, the room was in its normal state except for the table that was place in front of the room. Would their Professor be transfiguring it into something big this time? A dragon perhaps? That would be quite interesting. He decided not to voice out his questions though, and instead, made his way to his usual seat and waited for the class to begin.

It didn't take long before their Professor start addressing them. They were to start practicing on Inanimate to animate transfiguration. He was relieved that they were not being asked to transfigure something into a monkey. He shook his head. He was behaving rather strangely today. This was not good. He probably wasn't getting enough sleep.

He watched as the previous empty table was suddenly filled with numerous teapots of various shapes and sizes. They were told that they were to transfigure them into a tortoise. He took a teapot and returned to his desk to work on it. He searched his memory for what a tortoise would look like, how it would act, he tried to picture it in detail. Detail,after all, was important. He concentrate upon the image of a tortoise in his head, and with a quick flourish of his wand and the incantation, did the appropriate wand movement. Nothing happened though. He failed. His lips formed the tiniest of scowls. His disappointment was barely noticeable, but it was there. He tried it again. Repeating the same process. Imagine in detail, concentrate. With another appropriate wand movement and the incantation "Torte", a soft poof had been heard and the teapot finally turned into a tortoise. It was quite small, but it was a tortoise. He watched as it began to move. Good. When the class was over, he picked it up and gave it to their Professor for grading.

Lesson 6

It was their last transfiguration class for the semester. Alexander had learned a lot. He learned how to transfigure a beetle into a button, a chipmunk into a statue, and a teapot into a tortoise. He also learned that he didn't like monkeys. He made a mental checklist of what he had learned. Good. He made some progress this year.

Alexander entered his Transfiguration classroom, expecting the last lesson to be merely a self review session. He was wrong though, for instead of being asked to review for their exams, it seemed that they would be learning how to transfigure something else. He raised his hand when their Professor asked the ones who had played wizard chess to identify themselves. He was quite fond of playing wizard chess. He wasn't as good at it as his grandfather was, but he could hold his own even against his father.

He watched as their Professor gave life to a chess piece. The knight. It might think that it appeared menacing by the way that it swung its sword, but it didn't. Or at least to him, it didn't. He could push it off the table and it would probably break into pieces. Not that he would do that. Not unless he had to. He had already let go of the idea of pushing the chess piece off the desk when it began to speak. Alexander had no problem with noise, but he did like his peace and quiet. The idea of once again, pushing the piece off the table began playing on his head. He really was acting strangely these days. He was probably tired. That must be it. He saw no reason for him to be acting this way otherwise.

Soon, they were allowed to practice. One by one they went to the front to choose a chess piece and attempt to bring it to life. Because he was seated in the middle of the room, he had enough time to observe his classmates' attempt on inanimate to animate transfiguration. And then it was his turn. He quietly stood up and went to the front. He chose the queen. It reminded him of hid grandmother. Powerful but can be easily replaced by another piece. He tapped the chess piece once in its center and pointed his wand at it while saying, "Animare". The piece's facial features changes. Various expressions flashed in its face, from a disapproving look, into a small smile, and then to completely 'I'm mightier' than you expression. It did resembled his grandmother a lot. It's attire, though still maintaining the look of the clothing that had been carved into it, began to look like it was flow, dancing around its body, giving it an appearance of realness. He did it. He looked up to their Professor to hear her comment. He hoped he did well.[/justify]
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