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Less observation and more empirical evidence, Sage decided it was not in her best interest to nitpick and press her point. Especially with them moving on to the best part of any Transfiguration lesson - actual spellwork. Herbifors, which would surely mean that Orchideous would be its conjuration partner, was not a new spell to her but she was never above some practice and honing her herbology adjacent skillset. Nothing could really match actual flora when it came to potions and other such endeavors in her opinion, but no shade to their aesthetic qualities. Though..aesthetics weren't really what were on her mind at the moment, rather she was pushing her ambitions to another level in terms of the quality of her transfigured flowers and one way to know for certain if she had nailed the quality was to create a flower with an accurate and potent smell.
Fellow Hogwartians...Sage would apologize for what was about to happen but she was not even the least bit sorry.
Arranging her buttons in a neat row in before of her, the Slytherin pulled one front and center and readied her wand. There was absolutely no way that this was enough material to produce the image that had solidified in her thoughts but she would give it a whirl nonetheless. Chances were she was overthinking it and as well as being over analytical but c'est la vie. Straightening her posture and squaring her shoulders, the sixth year pointed her wand right at the center of her button and spoke sharply. "Herbifors." The button doubled...tripled in size immediately and began to almost bubble as if it were made of molten lava before tendrils stretched out from five locations and curled to form the petals. The holds in the center of the button morphed and twisted into one singular circular opening nestled on a lower level than the petals and in another few breathes Sage was left with a palm sized red flower seemingly covered in white creamy polkadots. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as the actual flower was massive, largest in the world according to muggle herbologists, but she really did not expect anything more considering the materials - or else it would have been a very flimsy flower and not at all meeting her personal criteria. "Huuuuuuuu," she sighed as she picked it up and cupped it in her hand, the disappointment fueled by the lack of aroma already - it OUGHT to be obvious without her needing to waft or stick her nose inside. "Ugh," a lament as she set her failure aside and pushed the remaining buttons into position - more buttons, more material, better quality final product! "Herbifors," she repeated, her eyes glaring at the buttons as if they were Solomon Duck, and as expected the pile began to morph and melt together...soon evolving into the final product with the same flare as the single button had until... "YES!" Sage gagged, the flower not only of proper size but also with the potent aroma that was causing her eyes to water and her last meal take an encore.
The monstrous red flower now taking up the entirety of her desk, Sage pointed her wand to herself and performed a quick Bubble Head Charm so she could breathe. Really, the others ought to do the same if the smell was bothering them too.
Now, could she repeat such perfection through conjuration? She was confident that she could eventually...but she had never really conjured anything sizeable before.
"Orchideous," she commanded, her wand pointing at what space was left on the table (though what she intended to do if she actually managed to conjure something of the same size...she did not know because it was NOT going to fit on the desk). A sickenly sweet pink light erupted from her wand and balled up on the desk before her for a split second before it gave way to...not what she had intended at all. "Oi, no one invited you, Gloxinia," she chastised her creation. Sure, there was a kind of similarity if you squinted, turned your head sideways, and only focused on the somewhat foreboding tunnel down on both blossoms...but no, not even close. "Bleh, Evanesco," she grumbled.
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