Sixth Years; Lesson 5

As the students entered the room, it was back to normal after the previous lesson. The desks were there, but this time, there were cages on each desk. Professor Lyra Potter waited for the students to arrive, standing up when she thought most of them had arrived.

"Welcome, welcome. Hopefully, you enjoyed your fun with your eyebrows last week. This week, we will be working with a verbal conjuring spell again. You each have a cage because we will be conjuring up a flock of birds." She smiled at her students and continued when she got confirmation that she had their interest. "Now, I really do not want dozens of birds flying around the room, so I have provided you each with a cage to contain your birds in." Moving back to the board in the room, she tapped it and the word "avis" appeared on the board. "This is the spell for conjuring birds. It is pronounced just like it looks. Avis. I will give you a quick demonstration of the spell."

She quickly crossed to her desk. Tapping the cage three times, she spoke the word and a flock of birds appeared inside. The birds were small, yellow canaries and quickly started to make a lot of noise. "As you can see, this will become a very loud lesson." Lyra waved her wand and the birds vanished once more. "Now it is again important to concentrate on exactly what kind of bird you wish to conjure. Please pay attention to detail. If your bird barks, you will lose points."

Professor Potter circled the room once more. "If you need any inspiration, I have a few books on birds over on the shelf that you may feel free to use. Once you have your birds in the cage, I will grade you and then you may feel free to release them into the wild. Feel free to practice as many times as you wish. I will be walking around to help you as you need." She smiled, then with a nod of her head, dismissed them to work.



Homework: RP the lesson. Pictures of your conjured birds may be included if you wish. Have fun!
 
Hinata curiously looked to the small cage in front of her. It was weird she supposed to be given an empty cage compared to the years than they were given a conjured animal from a cage. Conjuring plant and changing the colors of her eyebrows were one thing. Conjuring birds. That was very much another. She bit her lip as she looked at the cage before looking at the bright canaries the professor demonstrated. With how her spells turned out when conjuring flowers, Hinata decided it was best to just try with a bird she was familiar with. She could practically hear their chirps in the summer. Shijukara. Japanese tit. "Avis," she uttered. A flicker. And then there was a flurry of movement in the cage as four of them formed in her cage. Tiny birds with black heads and white underbellies. Beautiful yellow and green wings. Even their chirps were as she remembered. Hinata sighed in relief.
 
Theo leaned back in his seat as he poked at the cage on his desk with his wand. He liked Transfiguration - he liked mucking about in Transfiguration. He's not the best at it, in fact his conjuration from last lesson left something to be desired. Or well, at least until he'd gotten the hang of it. Unlike his classmates, he's not very subtle or careful when attempting the spell for the first time. "Avis," he cast rather confidently. But instead of elegant birds popping out, he was met with... feathers. No birds. Just... feathers. He wondered where the birds ended up in. He clicked his tongue, and tried again. This time, a single scraggly-looking bird popped into existence. It really did look like it was holding on to the last few threads. It blinked up at him, let out the most pitiful chirp, and just decided to lay on the ground. He poked it with his wand for good measure but it was breathing so he thought it was fine. "Hey professor does this count?" It chirped. And it was a bird. At least it didn't bark. "I think you need to come quick Professor before I officially become a serial bird killer," he still didn't know where the feathers from earlier came from after all.
 
Horror Zhefarovich was laying down in his bed as he stared up at the ceiling. He had just so much time before he would have to go to class, and honestly, he was not up to it. Alas, he had his divinity and integrity. He needed to keep his grades up to par, which he thought that he received better grades than his older twin brother. He was glad that he got the whole Quidditch captain position over his twin, just to rub salt in wounds, but he did not have that much interest in Quidditch itself. His interests were a little darker and not exactly in the curriculum of the school. Yet, he still got up, and left to head to the next lesson begrudgingly.

Horror walked in the Transfiguration classroom and settled in his seat. This time, the desks were back to normal. Good. They had cages instead. He smirked at a thought that crept into his head, but he silenced it within seconds. He just nodded at the thought of conjuring a bunch of birds. Better than the eyebrows lessons. Horror did not know a lot of birds from the top of his head, but he worked out conjuring a small flock of pygmy owls. At least they did not bark or meow. So, that meant that he did the spell correctly. Professor Potter was right. The lesson got loud real quick with birds, and suddenly, he wished that there was a cat in here to silence the noise.
 
Mikael entered the Transfiguration classroom, hands tucked into his pockets before taking a seat. Conjuration wasn't exactly something he found enjoyable, but he could not deny that it was a particularly useful branch of magic. Well, at least once they've gotten the basics out of the way, like conjuring birds. He looked at the cage idly, thinking of what bird he should conjure. He didn't exactly wish to do more than he needed to or stay longer than required. He exhaled through his nose and reached for his wand, finally deciding on what to conjure. He tapped the empty cage with his wand, "Avis." A rustling of wings. Mikael stared at the murder of blackbirds that materialized in his cage, one of which was staring at him to which Mikael stared right back until the bird went on carrying its business. Well, at least his birds weren't barking. Or making sounds that didn't exactly fit their species.
 

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