37 /animagus

There was a series of fluttering knocks on the Transfiguration professor’s door, just loud enough to be heard and considered of the utmost importance, while at the same time quiet as a dormouse singing a lullaby.

Naturally the professor dropped everything and opened the door immediately.

“I’m here to talk about being an Animagus.”

The professor sighed. Not this again. “Well, it’s a very advanced magic, and only older stude--”

“--Oh, I’m already one, I just thought that I should tell you what it’s like. And I’m a Metamorphamagus as well.”

Of course she was.

First years. Sigh.


for poor beleaguered Transfiguration professors and the first years that desperately want to be special.