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November {Noe} Franze
First Year |  #6 Brain Twin | MASTAH ASHURRII | Reisdent PokeNerd | Digifangirl
Ezra's gargoyle was acting rather more like a crup, November thought, with the way it was imitating him. That or it was really cheeky and just being a general bother and copying him and refusing to cooperate. She wasn't entirely sure if Ezra's trouble with the spell was his own or had anything to do with his gargoyle. November did not point out that she thought naming an apple would be terribly silly, because she supposed the point he was making was that he thought it was terribly silly of her to call the gargoyle by anything.
"I suppose," the girl allowed, keeping her voice careful. She glanced over at him, before looking back to the gargoyle she'd called Mr. Binks. "It wasn't really intentional, or anything. Sort of just came out, I guess." Biting her lip, she contemplated this. It was rather hard to explain, she decided, because she just didn't like not calling it anything. It probably really was just as silly as Ezra found it.
Picking up the gargoyle, she moved it to a new spot, as if maybe this might make it cooperate any better, though she glanced up at Ezra as he spoke and nodded. "Well, I guess it's more of a plush animal kind of thing, rather than naming a train, although I was looking at these books my parents have been buying for my sister - she's new! I mean, she was just born over the summer. Ugly, pink, wrinkly little squirmy thing, too - and there's a book about a train engine with a name. Dad says it's a muggle book. I don't know if muggles name their trains or what, but I suppose it wouldn't be too weird if you had is all I'm saying." Prodding at the gargoyle's feet, she giggled to herself a little, though gave Ezra a sad little frown when he mentioned that he didn't get along with his crup. "That's awfully sad. We had a cat, but mum gave it to Aunt Adiola because it shed all over the place." She shrugged mildly. "Dad said I can have an owl my third year. I think I'd rather have the shedding cat back, though, than the baby."
She frowned again, thinking about the baby back home growing up without her ever being around. How weird was that? By the time she graduated Hogwarts, the baby wouldn't even be able to go to Hogwarts yet! And it was always fussing and crying and half of the time it smelled terrible and even though everybody was always cooing about how cute and darling it was, it was actually really quite ugly if you asked November - not that people ever did, and when she offered her unwarranted opinion anyway, she was sent away and told to stop being mean or rude.
Eying the gargoyle where it'd stop, November chuckled quietly. "I wonder if it's not so much you as it is your gargoyle," she mused out loud, twirling her wand. "It seems quite cheeky and defiant." Glancing back at her own gargoyle, she tried again.
"Piertotum Locomotor! Mr. Binks, please walk over to Ezra's gargoyle." Watching, her eyes grew wide as her gargoyle took a few steps towards the gargoyle. They were not smooth steps and looked rather like the gargoyle was shaking its legs with each step, but it was beginning to get a little better.
Transfiguration was just an awful lot of work. What would she even use the spell for? She didn't even own statues! Most were kind of creepy! It wasn't like the school would let her use the spell to make a statue of armor carry her to class, and that was the only thing that seemed a benefit!
"I think I'll be content to deal with not being able to change needles into mice or animating statues and the such, really," November sighed. "How soon until I can drop this class?" |