Alexa narrowed her eyes at Lorcan for being such a little brat, but immediately went back to concentrating on the spell. His little attitude was not going to get inthe way of her beautiful butterflies.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and pictured more of the pink beauties. "Papilio" she said in a confident voice and opened her eyes to see that the six other butterflies she had just conjured were bigger and by far more beautiful than the previous ones she had conjured.

Ugh. Die garret crocker. Die. Die. Die.
 

Lecture? He thought that was a lecture? Clearly, Garret Crocker knew nothing! Daphne would give him a lecture. Right. This. Very. Moment.

And she would have if he had not gone and produced one of the ugliest creatures that had ever been conjured, mutated, created, cloned, birthed in this human, magical and non-magical world.

It was. Not. Pretty. OH MERLIN HELP US ALL.

And he dared name it AFTER HER?! Clenching her fist, Daphne's breathing became erratic. "Garret Crocker," she said with a tense smile, eyes bright with...who knew what...and cheeks tinted with annoyance. "Have I ever shown you how well I can do non-verbal spells?"

Well, she was gonna. Raising her arm, Daphne repeated the wand movement over and over and over again, conjuring 6 ugly brown butterflies every time. Just like she had done before. They swarmed around her, as if waiting for some kind of command. "Oi, Crocker, I think there's something on your face. Let us get it for you."

Flicking her wand at Crocker's face was enough to get the butterflies moving. They immediately swarmed Garret's face and head, flapping against his mouth, nose and ears. They were going in, Mister.

One way or the other!

Allison grinned at her professor while still swatting at the annoying flies. Looking at her two butterflies Allison remembered her mother. The way she teased Allison about her obsessive gaming with her brother, the way she ate chocolates every morning with her, the way she would shriek out of her head when Allison came in with a bump on her head from a Quidditch game gone wrong, and the way she scolded her whenever Allison did something to her brother.

With warmth in her chest she brought the picture of her butterfly in her mind, stood up, swished her wand, and said, "Papilio!"

Immediately a swarm of mid-night blue butterflies erupted from her wand. Allison had seen nothing like it before. Soon enough they trampled over the flies and the pesky things disappeared.

Grinning at what she now called her masterpiece, Allison sighed with content. On her next letter she'd send her mother a butterfly. Surely she'd appreciate the butterfly as much as she appreciated her mothers. The only difference was that her mom had transfigured her tissue with tears into a butterfly, and Allison had cast it out of thin air. Perhaps that's why her mother's had been so alluring, because it carried the love a mother had for her child.

At the sight of Daphne's red, round face, a man with less courage or more brains would have bolted. But Garret simply held his abomination up and proceeded to laugh, "Daff, now you're red t-" then her MOTHS started attacking him. His hands went up to shield his face with his DaphneCreature, "OW! Daff!" He laughed still, "NO! Stop! It tiiiccckleessss!!!"

He dropped to the ground, rolling and laughing and trying to swat the moths away with his creation at the same time.

"Papilio!" Celandine obligingly swished her wand and several blue transparent butterflies floated from her wand and made their way around the room, their wings fluttering as if waving hello to people.

She swished her wand again and cast non-verbally. It was clear that Cela's butterflies were as Ravenclaw as she was.

She practiced a few more times and conjured butterflies, then looked around to see if anyone needed help.

Turning slightly in her chair to get a better look at the Gryffindor she sat by, Katie was about to inform the boy he did not need to shout the incantation unless he was merely trying to be louder than everyone else in the room because the spell did not call for raised voices. That was, until, she saw the monster of a butterfly that came from his wand tip. That was such a Legend thing to do! "Only you would mutate an insect and make it triple it's normal size." Katie couldn't help but laugh at first, but stopped quickly at his prodding. She gasped, "Legend! Don't poke it," nudging his leg with her own foot.

"You are so meeean!" As if he hadn't heard that before. Katie rolled her eyes and got up from her seat, going to the boy's side. Someone had to rescue the butterfly. Pushing his hand away from the poor thing, gently tried scooping it up using both hands, as gently and careful as possible. "You can't touch a butterflies wings, you'll kill it." She gave Legend a quick glare and decided to call for help.

"Professor, uhm.. can we use a spell to shrink the butterfly? Chosen somehow managed to conjure a mutant one; it's too big. It can't fly," Katie frowned, looking concernedly down at the poor twitchy thing. Only Legend..

Hands on her hips, Daphne watched Crocker. He had no brain. What he had was some kind of advanced cabbage in his skull that kept him alive; alive enough to ruin her existence. "Good!" she declared, although tickling him to death wasn't in the original plan. "You just lay there and be a good boy!"

While Daphne DEMONStrated further what DEMONS butterflies could be by conjuring more of her functional brown ones. Hmph. Her clutter of angry miniature winged beasts was dispersed by the moving body of Neptune Bott.

Who was busy giggling and blowing butterfly!kisses at Raiden. "Hey, Neptune!" called out the blond, wishing her wand to conjure more butterflies. "Are you going to give out butterflies to everyone?"

Or just...the pretty boys? Daphne hummed. Where were they?

William, who had been looking mopingly at his own pathetic black butterflies turned his head at a voice he instantly recognized. Sure enough there was Katie and Legend bickering about something he couldn't quite see until his eyes laid on the sight of the mutated butterfly. Scooting his chair over to them he tilted his head, "Uh, what happened?" He asked in a dumb voice knowing what had happened.

Thinking of another color he could use for the butterflies he swished his wand again and said "Papilio" in a calm curious voice. His mood was already changing just being close to people he actually knew. Of course he couldn't actually tell them what was going on, he didn't need them worrying about him. "As he was thinking he didn't even notice the light blue butterflies coming out of his wand, flying up towards Katie and fluttering around her. "Hey, look at that they like you Katie."he chuckled his eyes watching curiously before turning to Legend.

"I didn't do annnyyyything." The third year said rolling his eyes. Was it HIS fault that the butterfly that had decided of come out of his wand the same size as a baby pig? Nope. He took up his wand and poked it again, after Katie so clearly BOSSED him around about what not to do to HIS own butterfly.

"Of course I am." He replied, as he continued to twirl the wand around. "I would rather be mean then a girly, Butterfly loving weirdo." Of course he whispered this part because....Pilliwickle was a girly, Butterfly loving wierdo. And HOW was he suppose to know not to touch the ugly things wings?

"It wasn't me you're the one holding it." Legend reached over and snatched the Butterfly back from Katie. "And of course we can use a shrinking spell DUH." Pointing his wand over again at the fat butterfly Legend gave it one last poke. "Reducio!" The butterfly instantly began to shrink, an shrink and AH! It was probably the normal size of the ugly things....it actually didn't look too bad now that it wasn't as fat. He watched as the butterfly flew around Katie's desk. "That thing is ugly and mental."

Oooo, butterflies!

Destiny liked butterflies, but she like caterpillars even more! Too bad the Professor didn't tell them to conjure caterpillars..especially the fuzzy kind.

'Papilio!' and a swish of the wand, a lone butterfly flew out of her wand and rested right on the tip of the wand. How was she supposed to conjure more when this butterfly was resting?

With a little shake, Destiny tried to get the butterfly to move, but it was being stubborn. He or she, needed to be shown who was boss. 'Get off!' she said as she shook the wand a little rougher this time. The butterfly slowly flew off the wand and before Destiny could even think about conjuring up more, Mr. Butterfly flew right towards her face, even landing on her cheek.

Gahhh! Butterfly kisses were gross.

"Papilio!"
Emily said quietly. Several blue butterflies erupted from her wand tip.
Concentrating, she produced many more, and with great difficulty made them form her name in the air. But blue was for Ravenclaw, so she repeated the spell, and this time was rewarded with several flocks of green, red and yellow butterflies.
Emily laughed to herself and waved her wand so the insects formed the letter 'H' with one quarter of each colour. Laughing again, Emily wondered what to do next.

Ginny was sitting at her desk quietly looking around at everyone.
She got out her wand and said "Papilio".
Beautiful butterfilies were coming out of her wand which flew all round her with red and gold. It looked like the Gryffindor colours.
She did the spell a few more times and it was so gorgeous and she was very good at it!

And like the merciless vixen she was, Daphne Hopton conjured up more of those ugly moths and sent them his way. Garret could only curl up like his own creation, which he held above his head while his arms covered his ears. Those crazy moths were going to kill him!

And yet his body shook, not with fear as one would expect someone faced with Daphne's wrath would be, but with the still muffled laughter that he couldn't control.

It seemed he enjoyed aggravating Daphne FAR too much for it to be healthy.

Sidney isn't thrilled she going be using her wand again. First there was a spider I had to try and perform the Cruciatus Curse on. Now this teacher wants me to create butterflies out of thin air. When do I get to do just some simple charms like opening a door? Professor Duskurk said we couldn't do the Cruciatus Curse because we needed more practice doing magic. I guess I could practice creating butterflies. There are so many in the room already. I doubt the professor can tell who created whom.

Sidney waves her wand around a few times. The she tries it with the incantation. "Papilio," and then she waves her wand. No butterflies come out of her wand. Sidney tries it three more times with the same result. What am I doing wrong? I'm using the right incantation and wand movement, so why aren't I getting butterfies? Oh yeah, Professor Pilliwickle said I need to visualize the butterflies I want to transfigure. There aren't many butterflies in the Carpatian Mountains. I loved the butterflies in New Zealand. I used to sit in our garden and watch them. Sidney closes he eyes and thinks about being back in the family garden in New Zealand. She sees her favorite butterflies flying around her. "Papilio!" Sidney waves her wand and thinks about the beautiful blue butterfies fly out of Sidney's wand and fly around her. "I did it! I really did it!" Sidney watches her butterflies fly around. They make her home sick. "I wonder if I can do it with Monarch butterflies. They are so beautiful too. Orange and blue would be lovely flying together." Sidney closes her eyes and thinks about Monarch butterflies. It take a while, but Sidney visualizes one of them in her mind too. She raises her wand and says: "Papilio!" She waves her wand around. Beautiful Monarch Butterflies fly out of Sidney's wand. She watches them fly around and join the other butterfies in the room.

Herminny watched in awe as she saw the professor demonstrate a spell that caused butterflies to come from her wand and then followed her instructions to try it. She took out her wand thinking it seemed simple enough. She thought of beautiful monarch butterflies as she waved her wand and said, "Papilio", and sure enough butterflies came from her wand and she smiled as she waited to see what may come next.

Fred rolled his eyes as he saw the professor perform a spell that caused butterflies to come out of her wand and especially did not want to try he spell, it seemed so sissy but he wanted credit so he sucked in his pride, took out his wand and started thinking about, yuck, butterflies and waved his wand as he said "Papilio", and butterflies came from his wand which he quicly waved away for he only did it for credit, nothing more. He hoped if there was more to this class he would not have to perform another girly spell, YUCK

After practicing saying the incantation aloud for the professor, Audio picked up his wand. He let his eyes zone out for a moment as he imagined butterflies. Big right red ones that he used to see outside of his window back when he lived with his family. He almost smiled to himself, but stopped. Swish and "Papilio!" A few red butterflies soared from his wand, but they weren't what he imagined. They were... dull. They didn't fly too fast and seemed to be lulling about as compared to the other butterflies around the room that seemed to flutter at 100 mph.

Audio took a breath and closed his eyes, just as professor had instructed. He kept his mouth shut and thought of the red butterflies, pushing any thought of his childhood out of his mind. Instead he replaced those thoughts with the word papilio. He was always better at non-verbal anyways.

He opened his eyes and couldn't help but grin at the creation in front of him. Big red butterflies dancing in front of him, just as they used to do outside of his window when he was younger. HE looked to the professor, biting back his smile. He needed to keep his mysterious Slytherin boy facade after-all.