Aurora might have struggled with Transfiguration but it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be able to waffle her way through her answers to make it sound like she knew what she was talking about. Moving onto the practical side of the lesson presented itself with far greater difficulties. The Ravenclaw wasn’t able to hide behind her vocal detours but instead how to show her capabilities.

She was really working on them, honest.

There wouldn’t be a problem with visualising a flower for she appreciated the beauty in every single one. Except maybe that drummed up further problems for now she had to decide which flower was worthy of her affections today. She loved the symbolism behind roses and during the summer months would frequently be found tying daisy chains. Her Aunt Kat often decorated her wedding cakes with violas and carnations which always looked beautiful but sunflowers actively described who she was as a person.. with the exception of NOT being vertically challenged.

After much too long internal deliberation, by which time Professor Carton was already explaining the second part of the practical, did the fifteen year old settle on sunflowers. She picked up the jar and sprinkled a couple onto her desk, observing the size and colour and figuring out whether it would be easier to transform one that looked more like her intended result. Like the pale yellow one that had concealed itself beneath the pile. She pointed her wand at the button, squeezed her eyes shut and rather intensely visualised a bunch of sunflowers. “Herbofors” she spoke clearly, reopening her eyes to.. nothing.

Her eyes scanned to the board. Wrong pronunciation. She moved to try again when an awful stench wafted its way through the classroom and right up her sensitive nostrils.

“Professor! I think something has DIED!!!” It was hard to tell whether her eyes were streaming at the thought of something dying or whether it was the smell affecting her retinas but there WAS a rather horrified expression on the Ravenclaws face. Now had she been less engrossed by the thought that a carnivorous plant was running rampage around the classroom, she might’ve taken the second to glance to her left and spot the culprit performing a bubble-head charm on herself. Alas, Aurora was not smart enough to think of such a thing.