Originally Posted by Artel

Sinead may not have known Professor Stewart very well, but she always seemed friendly in classes; outside lessons seemed to be just the same, if her cheerful disposition now was anything to go by. She was almost unnerved to have a Professor talk to her like an actual person instead of a little kid, but then again, it was about time. Just because everyone else in her year was stupid and immature didn’t mean she had to be as well.

She was loath to ask for help- with anything, really- but they hadn’t covered her most recent area of interest in class yet and she had to admit, she could probably useful a little guidance. She was allowed to study things off the syllabus, right? Well- Professor Stewart couldn’t tell her off for having too much interest in her subject.
“Well- in class, we’ve only looked at animal to object transformations. So I thought I’d try the other way round. I already managed a pencil into a worm, but I want to get better, so I’m going to try insects now. And my worm was fine, but… well, it wasn’t very lively, I guess.” True, it may have just been expressing its bland and wormy nature, but given the exacting nature of transfigurations, it was probably more likely that there was some variable she’d overlooked. That was always the way with these things- and apparently even more so with animal transfigurations.

She had noticed the room changing a little every so often- which was good, it gave her new materials to practice with- but she’d never really thought about who took care of it before. Now, it seemed kind of obvious that it would be her Professor. Maybe she could request certain items if she ever needed them to work with? Or who knew what else- books from the Restricted Section? Okay, she couldn’t really think of why she would need them, but she was sure there was a whole lot of interesting magic in those locked- away shelves.
“My day is going well, thank you. I think it’s really good that you keep this room here. I find it really helpful.” Her gaze slid to the side, following Cami’s, as Bonsai explored the room. She was pretty sure her own cat was around here somewhere- and sure enough, a moment later he slinked in along the side of the room, his curiosity drawn by the presence of the other animal. Which reminded Sinead of a conversation she’d had the other day, making her whirl back to face Cami with wide eyes.
“Professor, are you an animagus?” she blurted, manners forgot in a spate of excitement. She’d never knowingly met one before; just imagine if her Transfiguration teacher had been one, all along!