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laurange · 10-02-2016, 04:14 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Oh...dear...Merlin....

Paige's eyes widened when she saw the bubbling of her skin continue - a FAR cry from fluffy white feathers - and bit down hard on her lower lip to prevent herself from squeaking or making any other sort of noise that may distract others. Not to mention draw attention to herself and her, um, situation.

Oh...dear...Merlin....

Wand out and in preparation to reverse the spell before it got TOO far, Paige ended up dropping her wand when she saw the bubbles elongate and drip down through the gaps between her fingers and over either side of the back of her hand towards the floor like melted plastic. THOSE WERE NOT FEATHERS EITHER! Or perhaps she needed to readminister the spell and this was an in-between stage? "Mutare Pellem," she mumbled, a bit unconvincingly AND against her better judgement.

Nope. NOPE. Definitely NOT.

In fact she was only speeding up the process now, her skin stretching and elongating off the back of her hand like maple syrup dripping over the edge of pancakes.

"Oh oh oh oh oh," she muttered to herself as she threw herself to her knees and scrambled towards her wand that had rolled a little bit away from her across the classroom floor. The silver lining of this was that her drippy skin was NOT painful.

At least not yet.

Where was her bloody wand!?

The incantation seemed easy enough to master, and indeed, the Hufflepuff managed that without too much difficulty. And the wand movement too. But what he wasn't sure about was the execution, but the thing about self-transfiguration was that it was a huge risk. And he couldn't let self-doubt cloud his focus. So. "Mutare Pellem." The first time? Nothing. The second time, a single scale where the tuft of hair that had once sat on his finger was.

The third? A full-out falcon claw. Sufficiently satisfied with himself, he revertoed it and started thinking on what would be a safe thing to attempt. Something that wouldn't accidentally cause death. But that was when he heard Paige.

And the thing was that while Brian had always been a little better at Transfiguration than he had at Charms - likely because he held it with much higher regard than the other significantly more frivolous subject - he knew that his best friend certainly was not. And that she did actually struggle. And that - well. Uh. He should probably check on her and make sure she didn't accidentally vanish her entire arm and -

Wait, WHAT?

Jumping over desks from his customary seat at the back of the class, Brian's wand was out and casting revertos at Paige Skeeter's hand like a mantra. A prayer. Because this skin-dripping-like-wax thing was definitely not a good thing. And something he should probably take down to the Healer or something.

"PROFESSOR. SOMETHING'S WRONG."

And no, that wasn't a question. Or very polite. But hey, it was his best friend and Hufflepuff loyalty was kicking in with full swing.

10-02-2016, 04:14 AM	#109 (permalink)
laurange DERP & DMLE Ramora Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket Posts: 5,227 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Third Year x9 x6	½ of Lauralie \| Koala \| The being in Ern's pocket \| Baby Smurf \| Prouf member of The Flock Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Oh...dear...Merlin.... Paige's eyes widened when she saw the bubbling of her skin continue - a FAR cry from fluffy white feathers - and bit down hard on her lower lip to prevent herself from squeaking or making any other sort of noise that may distract others. Not to mention draw attention to herself and her, um, situation. Oh...dear...Merlin.... Wand out and in preparation to reverse the spell before it got TOO far, Paige ended up dropping her wand when she saw the bubbles elongate and drip down through the gaps between her fingers and over either side of the back of her hand towards the floor like melted plastic. THOSE WERE NOT FEATHERS EITHER! Or perhaps she needed to readminister the spell and this was an in-between stage? "Mutare Pellem," she mumbled, a bit unconvincingly AND against her better judgement. Nope. NOPE. Definitely NOT. In fact she was only speeding up the process now, her skin stretching and elongating off the back of her hand like maple syrup dripping over the edge of pancakes. "Oh oh oh oh oh," she muttered to herself as she threw herself to her knees and scrambled towards her wand that had rolled a little bit away from her across the classroom floor. The silver lining of this was that her drippy skin was NOT painful. At least not yet. Where was her bloody wand!? The incantation seemed easy enough to master, and indeed, the Hufflepuff managed that without too much difficulty. And the wand movement too. But what he wasn't sure about was the execution, but the thing about self-transfiguration was that it was a huge risk. And he couldn't let self-doubt cloud his focus. So. "Mutare Pellem." The first time? Nothing. The second time, a single scale where the tuft of hair that had once sat on his finger was. The third? A full-out falcon claw. Sufficiently satisfied with himself, he revertoed it and started thinking on what would be a safe thing to attempt. Something that wouldn't accidentally cause death. But that was when he heard Paige. And the thing was that while Brian had always been a little better at Transfiguration than he had at Charms - likely because he held it with much higher regard than the other significantly more frivolous subject - he knew that his best friend certainly was not. And that she did actually struggle. And that - well. Uh. He should probably check on her and make sure she didn't accidentally vanish her entire arm and - Wait, WHAT? Jumping over desks from his customary seat at the back of the class, Brian's wand was out and casting revertos at Paige Skeeter's hand like a mantra. A prayer. Because this skin-dripping-like-wax thing was definitely not a good thing. And something he should probably take down to the Healer or something. "PROFESSOR. SOMETHING'S WRONG." And no, that wasn't a question. Or very polite. But hey, it was his best friend and Hufflepuff loyalty was kicking in with full swing.