Carwyn was sure that time was moving slower in his animagus form than it would have done had he been able to talk to William, but that was okay. The kids and their respective animals were, he was sorry to admit, giving him plenty of entertainment while he sat up on his perch watching them all with their Professor. It wasn’t his class, so he didn’t need to comment or help in any major way… though if any of the kneazles or kittens looked like they were getting out of hand he wouldn’t hesitate to drop in and help out.

Unless he was running that course… which, was it his turn yet??

He counted the students that were still to attempt the course and huffed slightly as he waited. Although he wanted to go now, it truly was interesting getting to watch his own students in a class that wasn’t his own. Fascinating. Silently, he wondered how they fared across the subjects and pondered if a cross-communication type strategy would help some students to flourish… or if they would simply feel the pressure too much. Hmm. Curious.

Looking over at the queue and the small number of students left to run the course, Carwyn moved lazily onto all four black greying socked paws and stretched his back. He curved and arched and flicked his tail lazily as he yawned and looked up to the sky. Hmm, he always stretched better as a fox. Not as much cracking joints.

When the last student finished, William gave the Transfiguration Professor the cue he had been waiting for. Jumping down from the hay bale, the artic fox landed easily on four paws and leaped over to the starting point, before quickly checking over his back to William to make sure that he was ready. 3, 2, 1- GO!

AND he was off!

He followed a route around the course he had seen a few students take, jumping through the hoop first. The white and black-turning-silver fox darted through the poles, weaving this way and that as he moved before finishing the run with a quick leap over the jump at the end . How fun was this!! Circling back on himself, he jumped over the second and third jumps (that were higher and therefore so much more fun) before it was time to run over the thin beam. This was fine! It reminded him of walking around the fences around their garden when he had been out running at night.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure what the next platform was for so he simply jumped over it and turned around to jump through the tall hoop that he had watched a lot of the students use with their toy mice and treats to tempt their creatures. Finally, he was almost there! He could see the finish line! The see-saw was the last thing to use and it was one of the best things here! With perfect balance, the fox jumped and landed 1/4 of the way up the beam and walked closer to the middle before jumping up the beam to tip it downwards again.

Heh. That had been fun. He pounce!leaped a few times over the grass towards Professor Williamson again and when he got there, skidded to a simple stop to the man's right. Moving around in a circle on the spot, the fox faced everyone and then quick-as-a-flash- turned back into their Transfiguration Professor.

Surprise! Heh. A few of the older students had seen him in his form last year, however other than going for runs around the lake it wasn’t something he usually made a priority… but a summer of playing with his young great-grand daughters had made him realise just how much fun he could have as a fox. Mmmhmmm. Grinning widely, Carwyn waved at the students before he rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows and picked up the bottle of water William had so kindly provided for him.

Then he simply leant against the hay bales and let Professor Williamson continue.