 Sassenach | RAVENPUFF | Sing me a song of a lass that is gone | bookDRAGON | #awkwardturtle<#
"No problem," she said quietly back to Dorian. It was only too unfortunate that Professor Darlington had noticed he didn't have his quill.
Hanna really hadn't thought about the items on the desks until that very moment. Glass, bread, and paper. Of course they would be transfiguring them back to their natural form. It was going to be very interesting to see them back into their original form, even though she had seen it before. She'd seen sand, wheat, and wood, of course, but she'd never untransfigured things as she saw them, back to what they initially were.
"Prima Forma," she said under her breath, as she carefully wrote down what Professor Darlington had on the board. She stood up and began practicing by saying the first incantation, and practicing the wand movement. "Prima Forma Sabulo, Prima Forma Sabulo, Prima Forma Sabulo," she said, forming the words in her mouth. With her wand in hand, and her mouth closed, she practiced the anti-clockwise circular motion, with point at the object.
She saw Dorian's goblet start to disintegrate from the corner of her eye, and looked over. A grin was just about plastered on her face when the goblet stopped turning into sand. "Nice," she said, anyway. And it was good! First time and some of it turned to sand. It took a lot of concentration from Hanna to perform any transfigurative spell.
Looking to the goblet in front of her, Hanna used her mind to see it turn to sand. She pictured the sand, white and powdery as the pile on Professor Darlington's table. "Prima Forma Sabulo," she said, whilst moving her wand in an anti-clockwise circular motion. She ended it with a point to the goblet, where it remained a goblet.
Not to worry, though. "Prima Forma Sabulo," she said again, moving her wand in the same way. Again, it remained glass. She closed her eyes, this time, with the very vivid picture of the goblet in her mind. Slowly it turned to sand, and a neat pile remained. "Prima Forma Sabulo," she said, her eyes now open and moving her wand. A slow falling of sand from the top of her goblet, moving to the bottom.
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