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Waterloo · 01-19-2010, 03:23 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

Adrienne blinked as the conjuring discussion segued into butterflies. Not really something she'd expected, but she had to agree with the professor that the classroom was pretty bland. But, butterflies? Listening as the spell was explained, she started to smile. "Papilio," she repeated along with most of the other class, before she raised her hand. "Professor, does this spell come from the same origin as the word papillon? I mean, that's French for butterfly, and the spell conjures butterflies." She never thought her semi-multilingualness would come in useful. But apparently it did.

And then nonverbals were brought up, and she smiled. Okay.

This girl was no doubt a Ravenclaw. BINGO. When she noticed the crest upon her robes, Mildred was proved right. Milly didn't have the FOGGIEST idea about the origins incantations or their meanings.. if she was honest they were just a bunch of mumble jumble funny words to her.

She tried to answer the question anyway.

"If that's the french for butterfly.. well.. then I'm sure it has the same origin, dear." Right?

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Originally Posted by Zieko

Closing her eyes she remembered the butterfly waiting for her by her nightstand. It was small and it glowed, it was white and reminded her of the night stars, it was alluring and gave Allison a feeling of warmth and mystery at the same time.

Wishing she could conjure one just as beautiful Allison whispered, "Papilio."

Not opening her eyes just yet, Allison kept saying slowly, "Papilio. Papilio...Papilllllio. Pah-pee-leo."

Smiling to herself with her eyes still closed Allison said out loud and clear, "Papilio." Opening one eye she realized she hadn't used her wand and rolled her eyes. Trying with her wand this time, she closed her eyes once more and repeated, "Papilio."

Peaking through the slit of her eyes a small breeze came out of her wand. Remembering her mother, and the butterfly that accompanied her, Allison made a swish with her wand and said with much emotion outloud, "Papilio!"

She felt something around her. Something flutter and touch her slightly. Opening her eyes she saw three flies and two beautiful butterflies. Grinning and swatting the flies to be gone Allison observed her conjuration. They were mid-night blue and didn't have the glow her mother's did. Then again her mother was older and had more experience. But being able to conjure such a thing after several times wasn't actually a disappointment for Allison. It was a more like a wonderful miracle. Then again her wand dictated talent in transfiguration...so maybe she shouldn't be so proud it took her so long.

"You're a natural!" Mildred giggled when she spotted a few butterflies erupt from the young girl's wand. "And they're beautiful," she sighed in admiration.. watching as the insects fluttered happily around her head.

"The classroom is looking prettier already, everyone!"

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Originally Posted by Miss Lissy Lou

Non-verbal? Hmmm, he could give that a go. He pulled out his wand, preparing himself for the army of butterflies that would be storming the room soon. Plus the professor looked like she was going to faint if someone didn't start conjuring insects like NOOOOOW.

He cleared his throat, but then remembered he was going to attempt this non-verbally, and he shook his head instead to clear out his thoughts. Right, all he needed to do was concentrate...he pictured pretty orange butterflies, the kind that Jinx liked to chase out in the garden...

Papilio, he thought to himself. He waved his wand, mimicking the professor's wand movements as he closed his eyes and tried to visualize the butterflies flying out of his wand. When he opened his eyes, he smiled when he saw that he had indeed conjured a few of them--three to be exact. Only they were...GREEN?

THAT wasn't right. He blinked and raised his hand. "Professor? Does it matter what color they are?" he asked, watching his green butterflies fluttering around his head. THEY WERE GOING FOR THE HAIR!

He'd done a non verbal! What a smart boy! Mildred hurried over to him, bounce still in her step! "SO PRETTY!!!!" She shrieked, tucking her wand underneath her arm in order to CLAP CLAP CLAAAP her pudgy hands together.

"The colour doesn't really matter," she answered with a giggle, moving to ruffle the boy's hair. What a sweetie pie. "But the brighter the better in my opinion!"

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Neptune Bott was so sure that she'd never, in her time at Hogwarts or abraod, learned a more useful and important spell. BUTTERFLIES! She LOVED butterflies!! After listening with rapt attention and practicing along with the other students, Neptune KNEW her TIME had COME.

Ahem.

"Papilio!!!!"

OHMYMERLIN'SGREATGRANNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"BUTTERFLIES!" Neptune ... squealed! ALL PURPLE! "And YOU are named RAIDEN!" she told the first, "AND YOU are named Garrett..." And she had to chase the third around her desk to tell it, "and YOU are KELLEN." ALL her butterflies were BEAUTIFUL and NAMED and she was CLEARLY getting an O in this class too.

"Ooooooooooh," Mildred gushed softly, taking in the beauuuutiful sight right befre her beady eyes. More pretties. Right there! "PURPLE!" She squealed, looking like she was having a fit in all her excitement. "I love them!" Could she mark the students higher for purple butterflies or was that unfair?

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Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles

Why in the world were they conjuring butterflies? Butterflies were ugly. Legend rolled his eyes and waved his wand. Transfiguration was his favorite class sooo he would deal with it. "Papilio!" He said clearly, two green and yellow butterflies erupted from his wand. "Hm...those one's aren't that ugly." He said looking at the professors and then back at his. He was talking about her's though. His were hideous.

The boys didn't seem to be having as much as the girls and Mildred had no idea WHY! Butterflies were pretty! They ought to be admired by ALL! "Hmmm, I'd keep practising if I were you, dear."

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Professor Pickle (because that's what he heard) reminded Ian of Mrs. Mason, his old neighbor, and someone who reminded the boy of that old lady was someone that should never be trusted. All that ... perkiness. Not natural. He was convinced that behind every perky old lady was hidden something dangerous.

At least she'd not yet called him Spawn of the Devil; that was always a plus.

Feeling slightly on edge, Ian retrieved his wand from inside his school bag and listened to the incantation his classmates were repeating like parrots. Well, that sounded easy enough, did it not? Ian repeated the word several times under his breath until he felt sure that it was deeply carved on his brain.

It should be easy now, right?

Wrong.

It took the boy fifteen tries and fifteen mental bad words that went with each time he failed, to actually get it right. And, even then, his butterflies weren't nearly as ... easy on the eye as his classmates' were.

Oh, well. He didn't even like butterflies anyway.

"And... you too.." Mildred said, head tilting to one side as she eyed the butterflies this boy had somehow managed to conjure. They were, without a doubt the ugliest butterflies she'd ever laid her eyes on. The poor babies. "Keep practising, sweetie. Picture PRETTY butterflies!"

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Originally Posted by The1HBIC

Grabbing her wand from her desk and closing her eyes, Marie pictures pretty green butterflies in her head. Raising her wand and giving it a little shake, like she was trying to shake something from the end of it, she clearly says "Papilio." Opening her eyes she is excited when she sees one green butterfly.

Raising her hand she says "Professor, is it normal for only one butterfly to appear? I was picturing several in my head when I said the incantation."

"It can take a while to get it right properly," Mildred stated in answer to the girl's question. "Ensure you say the incantation clearly. Pah-pee-leo! Keep trying!" You couldn't have enough pretties!

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Originally Posted by Ama

Butterflies?

Daphne didn't even like butterflies! And she was a girl! This was a class gone horribly awry. Making a face to her wand as she passed it from hand to hand, Hopton mumbled the incantation.

Papilio. Simple enough. She really didn't like butterflies though. She'd try one, with the aid of the incantation. If that turned out simple enough, she'd try doing it non-verbally.

Sounded like a good plan, right? Rolling her shoulders, Daphne raised her left arm. Butterflies? Wrinkling her nose, Daphne imitated the Professor's wand movement.

Making sure to bring her swish to a close neatly, the blond chanted: "Papilio!" before four or five mallow skippers zoomed out of her wand and into the room.

Just as brown and dull and ugly as she remembered them. Daphne had no time to congratulate herself on a job well done because Neptune was...Neptune was...Miss Neptune Bott was...

".....Raiden the Butterfly....Garret the Butterfly..." she repeated, her golden lashes fluttering in confusion. Daphne didn't know who Kellen was but...

OH. EM. GEE. THE LUULLZZ! "Oh, where's Kururugi when you need him, huh?" LULZ.

Wow.

She'd thought she'd seen the UGLIEST butterflies ever back there. But they had nothing on these ones. It was sad. Sad seeing such beautiful creatures looking so.... BLAH.

Mildred sighed and shook her head at the girl. Surely no girl could ever imagine butterflies that looked like THAT. They were meant to be trying to BRIGHTEN up the room!

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Originally Posted by Ashwinder

Non-verbals? He had no idea what those were. Or rather, how to do it, because the name kind of spoke for itself.

He pointed his wand forward, "Papilio." A little butterfly fluttered pathetically from the end of his wand, and he frowned. How had the professor done her wand movement again? Butterflies were more flittery and stuff, so he probably had to take a lighter grip on his wand and...

"Papilio!"

Half a dozen pale purple and silver butterflies flew from the tip of his wand and swirled into the air, and he grinned.

He watched them for a moment, and then asked, "Professor? Is there any way we can control the colours of the butterflies before we cast?"

No sooner did he ask it than he heard Neptune's joyful pronouncement of a butterfly carrying his name. He forgot his hand was in the air and he was talking to the professor, and stared at her. No, no, she hadn't...

"Of course!!" Mildred giggled in pure delight, "if you've pictured them clearly and properly in your mind before you say the incantation, the butterflies you conjure should MATCH that." Which was why hers ALWAYS turned out PURPLE.

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Originally Posted by ☆Grrr..Meow☆

Brant Raised his wand and said the magical words "Papilio" and then all of a sudden he could hear flapping of wings, but he could barely see them. He looked and looked and looked. then There!!!, above him was barely visible butterflys well they were there he did it right but they had no clue but a ting of sparkle around the wings "Erm Professor, why is my butterfly clear with sparkles?" it felt kind of girly having these pretty butterflys flying around his head.

Hmmmm.

"Did you PICTURE a clear butterfly with sparkles?" She doubted it. How strange. They were almost invisible to the eye! Different, but not good for brightening up her classroom! "You need to concentrate HARD, dear. Try closing your eyes."

OOC: I'm off for now, peeps! But feel free to keep conjuring butterflies for now! XD Just don't go insane with the chatter.. Professor Pilliwickle is still watching you.

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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 SilverTiger Adrienne blinked as the conjuring discussion segued into butterflies. Not really something she'd expected, but she had to agree with the professor that the classroom was pretty bland. But, butterflies? Listening as the spell was explained, she started to smile. "Papilio," she repeated along with most of the other class, before she raised her hand. "Professor, does this spell come from the same origin as the word papillon? I mean, that's French for butterfly, and the spell conjures butterflies." She never thought her semi-multilingualness would come in useful. But apparently it did. And then nonverbals were brought up, and she smiled. Okay. This girl was no doubt a Ravenclaw. BINGO. When she noticed the crest upon her robes, Mildred was proved right. Milly didn't have the FOGGIEST idea about the origins incantations or their meanings.. if she was honest they were just a bunch of mumble jumble funny words to her. She tried to answer the question anyway. "If that's the french for butterfly.. well.. then I'm sure it has the same origin, dear." Right? Quote: Originally Posted by Zieko Closing her eyes she remembered the butterfly waiting for her by her nightstand. It was small and it glowed, it was white and reminded her of the night stars, it was alluring and gave Allison a feeling of warmth and mystery at the same time. Wishing she could conjure one just as beautiful Allison whispered, "Papilio." Not opening her eyes just yet, Allison kept saying slowly, "Papilio. Papilio...Papilllllio. Pah-pee-leo." Smiling to herself with her eyes still closed Allison said out loud and clear, "Papilio." Opening one eye she realized she hadn't used her wand and rolled her eyes. Trying with her wand this time, she closed her eyes once more and repeated, "Papilio." Peaking through the slit of her eyes a small breeze came out of her wand. Remembering her mother, and the butterfly that accompanied her, Allison made a swish with her wand and said with much emotion outloud, "Papilio!" She felt something around her. Something flutter and touch her slightly. Opening her eyes she saw three flies and two beautiful butterflies. Grinning and swatting the flies to be gone Allison observed her conjuration. They were mid-night blue and didn't have the glow her mother's did. Then again her mother was older and had more experience. But being able to conjure such a thing after several times wasn't actually a disappointment for Allison. It was a more like a wonderful miracle. Then again her wand dictated talent in transfiguration...so maybe she shouldn't be so proud it took her so long. "You're a natural!" Mildred giggled when she spotted a few butterflies erupt from the young girl's wand. "And they're beautiful," she sighed in admiration.. watching as the insects fluttered happily around her head. "The classroom is looking prettier already, everyone!" Quote: Originally Posted by Miss Lissy Lou Non-verbal? Hmmm, he could give that a go. He pulled out his wand, preparing himself for the army of butterflies that would be storming the room soon. Plus the professor looked like she was going to faint if someone didn't start conjuring insects like NOOOOOW. He cleared his throat, but then remembered he was going to attempt this non-verbally, and he shook his head instead to clear out his thoughts. Right, all he needed to do was concentrate...he pictured pretty orange butterflies, the kind that Jinx liked to chase out in the garden... Papilio, he thought to himself. He waved his wand, mimicking the professor's wand movements as he closed his eyes and tried to visualize the butterflies flying out of his wand. When he opened his eyes, he smiled when he saw that he had indeed conjured a few of them--three to be exact. Only they were...GREEN? THAT wasn't right. He blinked and raised his hand. "Professor? Does it matter what color they are?" he asked, watching his green butterflies fluttering around his head. THEY WERE GOING FOR THE HAIR! He'd done a non verbal! What a smart boy! Mildred hurried over to him, bounce still in her step! "SO PRETTY!!!!" She shrieked, tucking her wand underneath her arm in order to CLAP CLAP CLAAAP her pudgy hands together. "The colour doesn't really matter," she answered with a giggle, moving to ruffle the boy's hair. What a sweetie pie. "But the brighter the better in my opinion!" Quote: Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz Neptune Bott was so sure that she'd never, in her time at Hogwarts or abraod, learned a more useful and important spell. BUTTERFLIES! She LOVED butterflies!! After listening with rapt attention and practicing along with the other students, Neptune KNEW her TIME had COME. Ahem. "Papilio!!!!" OHMYMERLIN'SGREATGRANNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "*BUTTERFLIES!" Neptune ... squealed! ALL PURPLE! "And YOU are named RAIDEN!" she told the first, "AND YOU are named Garrett..." And she had to chase the third around her desk to tell it, "and YOU are KELLEN." ALL her butterflies were BEAUTIFUL and NAMED and she was CLEARLY getting an O in this class too. "Ooooooooooh," Mildred gushed softly, taking in the beauuuutiful sight right befre her beady eyes. More pretties. Right there! "PURPLE!" She squealed, looking like she was having a fit in all her excitement. "I love them!" Could she mark the students higher for purple butterflies or was that unfair? Quote: Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles* Why in the world were they conjuring butterflies? Butterflies were ugly. Legend rolled his eyes and waved his wand. Transfiguration was his favorite class sooo he would deal with it. "Papilio!" He said clearly, two green and yellow butterflies erupted from his wand. *"Hm...those one's aren't that* ugly." He said looking at the professors and then back at his. He was talking about her's though. His were hideous. The boys didn't seem to be having as much as the girls and Mildred had no idea WHY! Butterflies were pretty! They ought to be admired by ALL! "Hmmm, I'd keep practising if I were you, dear." Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed** Professor Pickle (because that's what he heard) reminded Ian of Mrs. Mason, his old neighbor, and someone who reminded the boy of that old lady was someone that should never be trusted. All that ... perkiness. Not natural. He was convinced that behind every perky old lady was hidden something dangerous. At least she'd not yet called him Spawn of the Devil; that was always a plus. Feeling slightly on edge, Ian retrieved his wand from inside his school bag and listened to the incantation his classmates were repeating like parrots. Well, that sounded easy enough, did it not? Ian repeated the word several times under his breath until he felt sure that it was deeply carved on his brain. It should be easy now, right? Wrong. It took the boy fifteen tries and fifteen mental bad words that went with each time he failed, to actually get it right. And, even then, his butterflies weren't nearly as ... easy on the eye as his classmates' were. Oh, well. He didn't even like butterflies anyway. "And... you too.." Mildred said, head tilting to one side as she eyed the butterflies this boy had somehow managed to conjure. They were, without a doubt the ugliest butterflies she'd ever laid her eyes on. The poor babies. "Keep practising, sweetie. Picture PRETTY butterflies!" Quote: Originally Posted by The1HBIC Grabbing her wand from her desk and closing her eyes, Marie pictures pretty green butterflies in her head. Raising her wand and giving it a little shake, like she was trying to shake something from the end of it, she clearly says "Papilio." Opening her eyes she is excited when she sees one green butterfly. Raising her hand she says "Professor, is it normal for only one butterfly to appear? I was picturing several in my head when I said the incantation." "It can take a while to get it right properly," Mildred stated in answer to the girl's question. "Ensure you say the incantation clearly. Pah-pee-leo! Keep trying!" You couldn't have enough pretties! Quote: Originally Posted by Ama Butterflies? Daphne didn't even like butterflies! And she was a girl! This was a class gone horribly awry. Making a face to her wand as she passed it from hand to hand, Hopton mumbled the incantation. Papilio. Simple enough. She really didn't like butterflies though. She'd try one, with the aid of the incantation. If that turned out simple enough, she'd try doing it non-verbally. Sounded like a good plan, right? Rolling her shoulders, Daphne raised her left arm. Butterflies? Wrinkling her nose, Daphne imitated the Professor's wand movement. Making sure to bring her swish to a close neatly, the blond chanted: "Papilio!" before four or five mallow skippers zoomed out of her wand and into the room. Just as brown and dull and ugly as she remembered them. Daphne had no time to congratulate herself on a job well done because Neptune was...Neptune was...Miss Neptune Bott was... ".....Raiden the Butterfly....Garret the Butterfly..." she repeated, her golden lashes fluttering in confusion. Daphne didn't know who Kellen was but... OH. EM. GEE. THE LUULLZZ! "Oh, where's Kururugi when you need him, huh?" LULZ. Wow. She'd thought she'd seen the UGLIEST butterflies ever back there. But they had nothing on these ones. It was sad. Sad seeing such beautiful creatures looking so.... BLAH. Mildred sighed and shook her head at the girl. Surely no girl could ever imagine butterflies that looked like THAT. They were meant to be trying to BRIGHTEN up the room! Quote: Originally Posted by Ashwinder Non-verbals? He had no idea what those were. Or rather, how to do it, because the name kind of spoke for itself. He pointed his wand forward, "Papilio." A little butterfly fluttered pathetically from the end of his wand, and he frowned. How had the professor done her wand movement again? Butterflies were more flittery and stuff, so he probably had to take a lighter grip on his wand and... "Papilio!" Half a dozen pale purple and silver butterflies flew from the tip of his wand and swirled into the air, and he grinned. He watched them for a moment, and then asked, "Professor? Is there any way we can control the colours of the butterflies before we cast?" No sooner did he ask it than he heard Neptune's joyful pronouncement of a butterfly carrying his name. He forgot his hand was in the air and he was talking to the professor, and stared at her. No, no, she hadn't... "Of course!!" Mildred giggled in pure delight, "if you've pictured them clearly and properly in your mind before you say the incantation, the butterflies you conjure should MATCH that." Which was why hers ALWAYS turned out PURPLE. Quote: Originally Posted by ☆Grrr..Meow☆ Brant Raised his wand and said the magical words "Papilio" and then all of a sudden he could hear flapping of wings, but he could barely see them. He looked and looked and looked. then There!!!, above him was barely visible butterflys well they were there he did it right but they had no clue but a ting of sparkle around the wings "Erm Professor, why is my butterfly clear with sparkles?" it felt kind of girly having these pretty butterflys flying around his head. Hmmmm. "Did you PICTURE a clear butterfly with sparkles?" She doubted it. How strange. They were almost invisible to the eye! Different, but not good for brightening up her classroom! "You need to concentrate HARD, dear. Try closing your eyes." OOC: I'm off for now, peeps! But feel free to keep conjuring butterflies for now! XD Just don't go insane with the chatter.. Professor Pilliwickle is still watching you. __________________ _____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup!