Lenalee was thrown by the sheer difference between the last Professor she had seen and this one. 'A bit like walking from the war zone into a tea and cake shop. Of course, sometimes those could be war zones as well.'
She wasn't one for answering questions or speaking up in class so she simply took note of the contents of the lesson with emphasis on the correct answers. Before long it was time for the practical portion. Internally she scoffed that they would be conjuring butterflies to doll up the place. But she knew it was important somehow to her learning, or at the very least to not lose house points for Slytherin. So with that thought in mind she remembered with clarity the butterfly she had seen this summer feasting on a fallen peach fruit. She remembered it strange appearance, it looked like a leaf that was going brown. The edges of it's wings were sharp and ragged to her eyes but the top of the wings were quite pretty, a mix of orange-brown and black stripes. Like a tiger.
"Pah-pee-leo!" She said clearly with her eyes still closed, focusing on the image and her magic. She startled when she felt something land on the tip of her nose. She smiled when she saw the rather less pretty butterfly then most of the others in this room. 'It has more character!' She thought in it's defense as it unfurled it's tongue and tasted her nose. She chuckled and it flew away, landing on her quill. She then conjured a few more butterflies that settled on top of her golden hair. A common blue, a gatekeeper, and an Orange tip. They all had special meaning for her. |