Turning into an animal at will sounded like an interesting talent to posess, but in Aslan's opinion that was all it was. A talent and nothing more. She could see no benefits of turning into an animal that she couldn't obtain through easier and more subtle magic. Resting her head on her palm, Aslan watched Professor Riveroll and her classmates as they went on to discuss the subject, many repeating each other as the topic turned to registered and unregistered animagi.

It was hardly exhilarating for the brunette, who's mind had begun to shift to thoughts of other methods for gleaning information or swimming to the bottom of the ocean... Or even flight. Voldemort had flown. How had he? What sort of magic had that been? Dark, certainly it must have been, but where was the spell rooted? Charms? Transfiguration? This was another question for Hirsch.

She wrote it down, crossing out the letters on top of her page marking it as transfiguration work and relabeling it as the mechanics of magical flight.

Mechanics, that made her think of physics and physics lead to thoughts of one Brian Woods, uncomfortable enough as the connection currently was to the impatient brunette, she realized that if anyone could help her better understand physics in correlation to magic it was none other than the Hufflepuff Prefect. Biting her lip, Aslan sat back in her seat as her expression turned less dreamy and more thoughtful.