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Calliope listened, hands folded neatly on the desk and even stilled her fingers for the sake of it, as the professor delivered his oh-so-carefully-worded warning. Her expression remained neutral, but in her mind, the accusations between the lines twisted into something else entirely. Ah, yes. Of course. Slytherins. Trouble. Instigators. What an utterly original concept right out of the 1990's. Merlin forbid one of them ask a question out of actual curiosity - no, that would be too generous an assumption. It must be some elaborate ploy to derail the lesson, some grand act of mischief. Never mind that she had learned something. That she had been engaged. That she was now turning over the implications of human transfiguration in her mind - because, really, what were the ethical limits of such magic? And why did this variation of Piscifors exist at all? It just so happened that her curiosity overlapped pleasantly with taking jabs at Maddox. Totally coincidental. Imagine that. She nodded, voice smooth, almost pleasant. “Of course, Professor.” Nothing sharp, nothing biting. Just enough to give the impression that the matter was settled. She had gotten actual information, knowledge, out of the situation and that was far more valuable than anyone’s approval.
Did not mean that she did not feel the urge to argue - because of course she did. She could have argued. Pointed out that her question had been perfectly valid. That she had listened to his answer. That the very fact she now knew more than she had five minutes ago should have been proof enough that she wasn’t just making trouble. Calliope turned her focus back to her wand, rolling it lightly between her fingers. No tapping, no sharp remarks, no reaction beyond what was required, and lazily continued practicing the wand movement with equally lazy mutterings of the incantation. She did catch a glimpse of one of her fellow first years out of the corner of her eye, however, and was not sure if that look was meant as a silent reprimand or a flicker of sympathy. Hard to tell. Calliope held Elena’s gaze for a beat longer, searching for an answer she didn’t particularly need. If it was meant to chastise her, well - how predictable. If it was pity, that was almost worse. Either way, she simply arched a brow before turning her attention back to her wand, wholly unbothered.
And were you listening, Maddox? The professor literally just said there was a variation of Piscifors for human transfiguration - duh. She did roll her eyes at his jab. Oh sure, because a magical snowstorm and flimsy school brooms played absolutely no part in any of that. “Mm, fascinating,” she mused. “Remind me, Maddox...how many tarot readings have you done in the middle of a snowstorm? Just thinking you might want to test that out before you start handing out advice on weather-related decision-making. Professor Adara apparently likes to make them for fun, so you can go as her for help with that.” Calliope flicked a piece of imaginary lint off her sleeve, letting a slow smirk creep onto her face - relishing in what she felt to be quite the mic drop.
"Oh, Maddox, what a relief," she drawled with a theatrical sigh, leaning over so they were shoulder to shoulder as the poked at the glass towards his attempt. "Only mimic life, so none of your spectacular flops are coming back to haunt you." Like the half-stone, half-disappointment variation he had just delivered. "I'll make sure your tank is extra roomy to accommodate for the big ego," she nodded sagely - not at all in possession of any black cauldrons here, mind you. "Or maybe just toss you and the whole school in the lake. You can come visit me by way of the underwater windows in the common room." It was an amusing thought - one that almost made her find fish endearing and not-so-bad.
Almost. No one get ahead of themselves here.
Turning her attention back to the tank, the brunette selected a particularly smooth looking pebble from the bowl and with a flick of her wand, she pointed it. “Piscifors.” A burst of blue light wrapped around the stone, and for a brief moment, it shimmered with the promise of success. Then - plop. Instead of a graceful, swimming fish, she was left with what could generously be described as a half-melted lump with fins, its bulging eyes blinking slowly before it flipped over and floated belly-up. Calliope blinked. Then, with the poise of someone who absolutely meant for that to happen, she gave a curt nod. “A bold artistic choice,” she mused. “An avant-garde interpretation of a fish.”
Never mind. Fish were gnarly.
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