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Waterloo · 10-06-2019, 06:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Ilya walked into the room as soon as he heard the invitation. He had no expectations whatsoever of this professor, but the cupboard-turned-office thing was not very welcoming. Was he so nice he accepted this as his office or... there was really no other option the eleven years old could think of.

"Hi professor," he closed the door behind him and just stood there, his back against the door. He was so scared if he moved the stuff would start falling over, like that muggle game. "Sorry to disturb you. Also, sorry to see you've got a small office." He pursed his lips to show his empathy.

But anyway, moving on to business. "I was wondering..." Ilya got nervous already, his hair started to change color from regular blonde to striking white. "... do you know how we know we are metamorphmagus..es?" What was the plural of that word anyway? WAS HE ONE was the question.

"Ah, other than the cobwebs, it's not so bad," Barlow commented lightly, gesturing for young Ilya Belrose to pull up a bucket. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room to squish in extra chairs so it'd have to do.

He'd been expecting the Ravenclaw to perhaps question something regarding the recent assignment he'd set -- two sides of parchment on the numerous variables that could affect the transformation of inanimate objects.

He HADN'T been expecting a question regarding metamorphmagi and for the youngsters hair to seemingly change colour right before his very eyes.

Well then.

"There are a number of telltale signs..." And he'd just witnessed one of them. Did the boy know what had happened atop his head? "What's brought this on, Belrose? I don't recall setting an extra-credit assignment."

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Waterloo Occamy Join Date: May 2007 Location: London Posts: 63,509 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Dredworth Sixth Year x1	connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Ilya walked into the room as soon as he heard the invitation. He had no expectations whatsoever of this professor, but the cupboard-turned-office thing was not very welcoming. Was he so nice he accepted this as his office or... there was really no other option the eleven years old could think of. "Hi professor," he closed the door behind him and just stood there, his back against the door. He was so scared if he moved the stuff would start falling over, like that muggle game. "Sorry to disturb you. Also, sorry to see you've got a small office." He pursed his lips to show his empathy. But anyway, moving on to business. "I was wondering..." Ilya got nervous already, his hair started to change color from regular blonde to striking white. "... do you know how we know we are metamorphmagus..es?" What was the plural of that word anyway? WAS HE ONE was the question. "Ah, other than the cobwebs, it's not so bad," Barlow commented lightly, gesturing for young Ilya Belrose to pull up a bucket. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room to squish in extra chairs so it'd have to do. He'd been expecting the Ravenclaw to perhaps question something regarding the recent assignment he'd set -- two sides of parchment on the numerous variables that could affect the transformation of inanimate objects. He HADN'T been expecting a question regarding metamorphmagi and for the youngsters hair to seemingly change colour right before his very eyes. Well then. "There are a number of telltale signs..." And he'd just witnessed one of them. Did the boy know what had happened atop his head? "What's brought this on, Belrose? I don't recall setting an extra-credit assignment." __________________ _____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup!