Mildred was completely unabashed by her mistake. Accidents happened, didn't they? And goodness, she'd made a fair few in her time. Her memory just wasn't what it used to be anymore! But what did that matter?

Besides, they'd got there in the end, hadn't they? Yup, Milly now knew this young woman was the Healer and not a misbehaving student! So all was well.

"It's okay, dear," Mildred waved her walking stick yet again, dismissing the apology with a sweet smile. "We met at the feast, didn't we?" When someone rudely spilled pumpkin juice all over her mashed potato? SEE? It was all in her memory SOMEWHERE.

Brown eyes moved to the poster the Healer was showing off, and Mildred's round stomach murmured in appreciation when she spotted the look of the cheesecake, "I'm good, thank you. I've been planning my first lesson but now I think a trip to Hogsmeade is in order. Really? Free dessert!?"

Despite the fact that she was no longer in danger of losing any house points, Gabriella still found that the walking stick was being waved dangerously about. When it came a little too close to her head, Gabriella's hands shot up so as to protect herself, then she took a big step backwards. Being admitted into her own Hospital Wing for a concussion wasn't exactly on her "To Do List" for today.

"We did meet at the feast," she confirmed, nodding her head as she spoke. She remembered all too well sitting next to Miss Pilliwickle as she poured pumpkin juice all over her mashed potatoes.

"I bet your first lesson will be really exciting," she commented, wondering how a class with The Pilliwickle would be. If that walking stick was involved, the students very well better watch out. She nodded her head when Miss Pilliwickle questioned the free dessert. "Yes, yes! Free dessert! With a coupon, of course," she added. "Would you like to help me put up a few posters?"

She HOPED her lesson would be exciting. She had lots of young minds to feed! She had to do a good job! If she couldn't feed their minds with Transfiguration, she'd just had to do it some other way. Hmmm, what would that young headmaster think of knitting classes...?

"Oh, yes yes yes," Mildred commented lightly, "I did wonder what those coupons were for.." She'd found a rather large stack of them in her office and had almost chucked them out! Good thing she hadn't. She liked cheesecake.

"I think I can manage sticking a few up," she agreed, holding out her free hand to take a few of the posters. "Are things quiet down in the Hospital Wing?" Surely they were if the Healer had time to stick up posters!

"Mmhmm, they're for promotions at all the shops in Hogsmeade," she said, passing a few of the posters to Miss Pilliwickle. She tapped her fingernail lightly on the parchment once again, this time pointing out a few of the other promotions rather than the one for free dessert. "There's also free butterbeer, free gloves, free tea..." She smoothed out the parchment she was holding then continued reading. "...a free chocolate frog, a free color changing quill, and a free sneakoscope."

"Alright, Miss Pilliwickle, I've hung a poster on this corridor already. Would you like to go down to the fifth floor or up to the seventh?" she asked. She assumed the woman could make it up and down the stairs. Gabriella wouldn't have to use mobilicorpus, would she? "Oh, no, not at all. The Hospital Wing has been quite busy. I just managed to have a small break and thought I'd hang a few of these up."

"Sounds WONDERFUL!" Mildred gushed excitedly when young Healer Ashlord listed the available promotions going on. There were lots of them! Of course, the free dessert was her favourite.. but the TEA sounded amazing too! She was a tea fanatic!

After having a rifle through the posters she was given, Milly looked back up thoughtfully and began shuffling back off down the corridor in the direction of the staircases, walking stick clacking away again, "I haven't had a nosy on the seventh floor corridor yet," she said, clearly making her mind up about which floor to go to next.

But the Healer was putting up posters in her spare time!? That wasn't good! "Don't you knit, dear?" Everyone ought to be KNITTING during their spare time!

Gabriella would definitely have to agree that the promotions at Hogsmeade did sound absolutely fantastic. She already had a sneakoscope, but she certainly could make do with a free version of all the other deals. Come to think of it, though, a free sneakoscope would be nice, as well.

"Then to the seventh floor it is," Gabriella replied, excited to visit the floor her former common room was housed on. She wondered if the place still looked the same after all these years. As she reached the stairs leading to the next floor up, Gabriella thought to ask Miss Pilliwickle if she needed assistance. She changed her mind at the last minute, though, thinking that the older woman might be the one to get offended at such a question.

As she walked up the stairs, Gabriella shook her head in reply to the question about knitting. "No, no, Miss Pilliwickle. I'm only thirty---thirty-one in December---and I've always imagined knitting to be for..." She was about to say that she'd always imagined knitting to be for old women, but she thankfully stopped herself at the last moment. "...married women," she finished, without giving the statement much thought. Claiming that knitting was for the married sounded much better than claiming it was for the old.

"Yeah energy drinks. You should remember my favorite are Monsters," she told her rolling her eyes. "I don't like anyone. I'm just friends with people. Once boys enter your life it's like you're on a energy rush so I'll do better waiting," she explained to her. "I read just not a lot. I prefer fantasy," Thalia smiled. "Parker? Only like the rudest boy I've ever met. I like hurting him physically," she informed her. "There aren't many sensible Slytherin boys. I'd go with the Hufflepuff guys. They're sweet."

"YEAH RIGHT! I hope I never get caught up wth a hufflepuff guy. Yuck. Gryffidors are the best for me, but I'm kind of in it for this one Ravenclaw, he's kind of cute, too...."

Avery heard the little Gryffindor talk about Hufflepuffs. "Excuse me, but do you have a problem with Hufflepuffs?", Avery asked her. Avery wasn't wearing her robes so obviously they couldn;t tell she was a Hufflepuff herself.

Thalia shook her head. "Hufflepuff guys are just as sensible," she told her. "What if I said I wouldn't be caught dead with a Gryffindor? That would be a lie." She turned to the girl by them. "I---she doesn't mean it. She doesn't know what she's even talking about." Thalia glared at Rue with a hard 'shut-it' expression.

Avery noticed the girl stuttering. Almost as if she was scared. Avery waited for the Gryffindors answer. Avery smiled kindly at the Slytherin. "Don't worry I don't bite.", Avery chuckled. Much, she added silently.

"Yeah, well I do," Thalia informed her, turning back to Rue and raising an eyebrow expectantly. And throw stuff at people and tackle them, she thought to herself.

"I don't like hurting little kids", Avery said kindly with a polite smile. She waited for the Gryffindor to answer her question.

Cela eyed the posters that the healer was hanging up suspiciously, a touch of revulsion in her eyes. She gave Garret a little look, pushed off the wall and waved awkwardly.

"I'm... going to go to the bathroom."

You know? Away from the weird feeling she was getting from the posters.

Ick.

Celandine turned on her heel and headed for the bathroom.

"I like hurting older kids," Thalia informed her. There had been the countless occasions she had thrown apples, bread rolls, sticks, rocks, and forks at people. Then she tackled someone to the ground. She was sort of vicious.

"I like you", Avery said. She thought the younger girl was cool. She liked that she had a mouth on her.

OOoooh! wasn't this the Transfiguration corridor?! yes yes it is!
Lavi was starting to get good at noticing the corridors. He slapped his own shoulder to congratulate himself and looked at the jar with Orangie in it. The butterfly he had transfigurated in class. Gosh, he had a real butterfly as pet! big yay! ....what did they eat though? Flowers? was that why they had to conjure up flowers? hmm probably.

Lavi's footsteps echoed throughout the corridor. His mind wasn't racing at all..in fact, he was suprised he wasn't thinking about ANYTHING at all! ..it scared him.
Maybe it was because he was bored? When was the last time he had seen Blake-san..or Art-kun? Even Footballman! where was he?! Lavi wanted to talk to him because he seemed more mature than those other two! Sighing, Lavi walked further and further and further and further..till he rounded the corner and..walked further..further......Argh you get the idea!

Where was Muggle Studies? Why Evan couldn't find it? Why was he still lost after spending a whole year in this castle?! He walked angrily down the sixth floor. Why hadn't he looked for a search with someone knowledgable anyway?

He halted when he heard some echo. Creepy. Another question popped in the blond's head: why was this corridor particularly deserted? Pulling out his wand, he walked slowly towards the voice. It was probably some random guy, but he wanted thrill. He imagined himself as Sherlock Holmes and sticking his back on the wall, approached to the corner. Echo was closer. But before he could even pop his head, the person came in sight and Evan saw it was Lavi. Better for him not see the blond in such a funny way. He immediately detached his back from the wall and called after him "Hey Lavi! Long time no see! How are you?" The Japan's back was to him as he walked past him, but it was still good to change the subject in case he noticed him and would bring it up to make fun.

"WAAAAAAH!" Lavi let out a scream of terror when he heard a voice from behind him and his body made some odd movement. He turned around to see Evan behind him. WHERE DID HE COME FROM?! he was sure he hadn't seen him when he was walking!

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Lavi's fear vanished and he beamed again. "Footballman! long time no see!" he said and slapped the younger boy's back in greeting. He swirled around and started walking, gesturing that Evan should follow, he had loooads to tell him. "Ey ey, Evan" he said and looked around the corridor. "remember my book fear? well i talked to the Head of House about aaaaand...the Healer is going to help me!" his eyes twinkled with happiness and he continued. "So i have to take this kind of potion once a month and after each potion i have to tell the Healer about my improvements and ..uh..do some tests.." uhuh that sounded about right?

"ooh and while i was in that room, this slytherin girl..Kiri..do you know her? Anyways she was there too and shes the captain of the quidditch team. Aaaand i think Professor Lupa want's us to go to madam puddifoot together! WAHT DO DOOOO!? "
Breaathe

Evan jumped a metre high when Lavi screamt like that. What was happening? Was there really some sort of monster whose echo he'd heard? He was about to turn back with fear when he saw Lavi beam. Phew. Relax. Then did that mean Evan'd make a good detective? That'd be something to see.

He chuckled at the footballman again, which seemed to be his nickname. He had to come up with a nickname for him too once he knew him better. He winced a little when Lavi slapped his back. He didn't like being slapped, though he got used to it thanks to Lyra.

The blondie listened to him without any interruption. When he was finished, he beamed widely. "That is wonderful news!" he said happily. He knew Professor Lupa could help Lavi. It was still a wonder how she was a werewolf. She should have been a teddy-bear or something: huggable, lovable and helpful. Kiri? No, he shook his head. Probably saw her, but the name rang no bell. Wait, he couldn't get it right. "She wants you to... date?" That was something Evan was yet to hear; a professor hooking up students. Tehee. Here was Hogwarts, and there was literally everything.

Ivory cautiously looked around the corridor. At first glance there didn't seem to be any people around, and she couldn't help but release a sigh of relief.

Thank Merlin no one was around. She'd walked around aimlessly hoping for a nice empty place to practice her transfiguration homework and it seemed she had finally found one. She glanced around and chose a window seat that overlooked the grounds.

Reaching a hand into her robes she fumbled with the holster on her wand.

Watching the play of light on the soft and intricately carved wood, she could almost imagine the blue flame with its purple white center that erupted every time she used it. The wonderful people at Ollivander's had fixed it for her and had been impressed by it. In truth, even when her mother had removed it from her father's family's old vault and shown it to her she, who didn't even know much of wands. had been impressed. Coming in at about eleven inches of Hawthorne and Ivy with a core of Gubraithian fire, everyone had been surprised by the mesmerizing flame that appeared at the tip. Although she had to admit that she loved how the flame seemed to speak of some part inside her, she had a terrible fear of the flame accidentally touching something and disaster happening. Her mind filled with all the possible scenarios, burned desks, torched boards, flaming hair....with a sever shake of her head she decided that these fears had to be dealt with or she'd never get anywhere in class.

Taking a deep breath, she took her wand in hand and felt the familiar warmth that spread thru her body and developed into the small flame at the wand's tip. Her left hand reached into the pocket of her robes for a piece of parchment. With careful movements and a foot ready to stamp out a small fire, she brought her wand tip closer to the paper.

Her eyes closed tight she closed the last few millimeters willing the paper to not burn. Her nose twiched as she attempted to take a deep whiff waiting for the evident smell of burnt. Finding herself still waiting, she peeked open her right then her left astonished to see that the parchment was fine and the flame seemed to not have harmed it at all.

Tilting her head to one side, she scrutinized the flame and before she could chicken herself out with her worrywort brain, she snaked her left hand forward into the flame.

Warmth. Excitement. No fire. No burn at least not an outer painful one.

Ivory swung her wand around giddily; touching it to the drapes, the portraits, the carpet. Oh what a relief!

Now what that incantation. Papilo? Papelillo? Wait, that's right it was Papilio like the genus. Hmm was it papIlio or pApilio or was it papilIo. Where to put the accent? With an Italian mother who constently chided her on acceents in Italian and Spanish this small detail seemed an important one.

After much deliberation she decided to use it on the second I.
Imagining a large beautiful butterfly with sky blue wings foremost in her mind, she prepared herself to practice.

Papilio, she said putting just the right amount of enunciation so that it sound quite musical. Pah-pee-lee-oo. The flame still burning bright at the tip of her wand, she gracefully moved it in a neat swish just as she'd seen the professor use.

Feeling the warmth rush thru her hand, she chanced a peek through her eyelashes and gasped in surprise. It was beautiful.
In front of her appeared a large blue and purple butterfly with wings so sheer and light catching that they seemed to be on fire themselves. It seemed her wand had a mind of its own, and insisted on placing finishing touches on her spells.

With a smile she pushed open the window and let her creation roam free on the grounds.

Lavi was happy that Evan was happy for him! He wanted to huuuuug the boy but decided against it because that would be ...awkward.
However, he didn't look so happy when he shook his head, indicating he had no idea who Kiri was. He had hoped he knew her. "I-i..think so..i mean, why else would she give us both a madam puddifoot coupon?"

Lavi quickly changed the subject , he felt a little embarraced that he still hadn't gotten the clue. "Uhm, so.what have you been doing? OH! LOOKIE! THIS IS ORANGIE!" he said suddenly and pushed the jar in Evan's face. The butterfly was quietly sitting on the bottom of the jar. " EEh...its not dead right? noooo! ORANGIEEEE!" he shook the jar and luckily the transfigurated butterfly flew up again. "pheew...so yea..whats up with you? i haven't seen you in like 524755747694262 years......." and no, he could not pronounce the numbers.

ooc: orangie = pronounced Orenji

Evan nodded as if saying 'reasonable enough' to the coupon. He couldn't help but ask "Is she nice?" with an evillish grin like little guys' who were pranking. It looked like Lavi would find a girlfriend soon, and Evan'd definately have fun of him. Hehe. Hehehe.

Someone was embarrassed, was it? Obviously amused by the sudden subject change, he opened his mouth to answer. But before he could even answer, Lavi was shouting again. Evan jumped back when something came close to pop his eyes out. What the--? But as his eyes gained focus again, he saw it was a butterfly, probably conjured by him. Phew. He gave a hysterical laugh like the ones given by the main scared character in horror movies. The butterfly reminded him that he'd better do some homework too. Later.

Chuckling at the large number which Lavi failed to pronounce, he said "I..? Um... nothing exciting like your new girlfriend." He winked to show to was only joking. There was a girl he was close to, but they were just friends for only now. No need to go in detail over a boring subject. He felt a little bad that Lavi had a lot to tell, and his life was empty besides Marie. He totally should interact with more people.

"What," Rue chuckled. "You calling us little kids?"


"Thal-" Rue whispered. "Um, lets go-"

"Bite?" Rue asked. She knew enough about vampires.

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Destiny was skipping down the halls. Is that allowed? She really didn't care. She was in a good mood and nothing would stop that. She knew how to conjure flowers! Destiny loved flowers! Her and this new Transfiguration Professor were going to get along juuuust fine! What was her name again?

Wanting to go outside to finish up her homework, she decided she couldn't wait to get outside. Plopping down on the cold, hard ground, Destiny drew her wand. Tapping her wand against her cheek, she thought about which kind of flowers she wanted. Gah! Too many choices! Deciding to just go with her favorite, she waved her wand in a circular motion and muttered 'Orchideous.'

As soon as the word left her mouth, Destiny was looking at a nice little pile of daisies! But something was missing from these daisies; color! They needed a nice splash of color to make them even beautifuller!! Moving her wand in a nice swish, she muttered 'Papilio.' Huh?

White! They were not colorful at all! 'What is wrong with you!?' she asked her wand while shaking it. 'All I wanted was colorful butterflies!' Gah! It didn't seem like she was getting any colorful butterflies any time soon. Now she had too many butterflies and not enough flowers. Woe is me.

After giving her wand one more good shake, Destiny waved it in a circular motion one last time and again, muttered 'Orchideous.' Now it seemed there was plenty of flowers for each plain, ugly butterfly. Why weren't the butterflies landing on the newly conjured flowers? Maybe they smelled bad. Lifting a flower up to her nose to get a good sniff, Destiny saw something odd about them. Is that a face?

Throwing all the flowers and swatting at the butterflies, Destiny scurried to her feet. Why did that flower have a face!? The only thing to do with flowers like these would be to step on them, and that's exactly what Destiny did. After stepping on all them and making sure there were no faces left, she turned around and hauled out of there. Professor PickleWickle might not be pleased with her, but now she knew not to shake her wand. Lesson learned.