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Originally Posted by Lockhartian (Post 9869049)

Whaaaaat?

Extinguish the pretty flames? But he couldn't kill them! How could someone be so evil as to kill flames? Oh, yes, the fire needed to be done with soonish. His mouth was open, as he watched in disbelief how Professor Kingsley destroyed Fletcher's work. No, no drama there, right?

With a very disappointed look on his face, Treyen flicked his wand and said "Aguamenti" before seeing the water put a stopper on...fire. Bye-bye flames. And then he Evanesco'ed the wet wood off the ground. There. He was done.

"Great lesson, Professor, see you soon!" he said, taking his bag along with him as he...left.

Distracted by keeping eyes on Mister Fletcher at all times, Professor Kingsley acknowledged the boy without looking. "Until later, Mister Lockhart."

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Originally Posted by HogwartsHokage (Post 9869302)

"Yeah." Jenny heard Kurumi's stomach grumble again. She wished she didn't have to hear that noise again; it reminded her too much of her own hunger as well.

Just then, the professor said that class was over. What? Already? Maybe he had to end it early because that one Hufflepuff guy conjured something that looked like the Professor's desk?

Sadly, Jenny pointed her wand at the fire she and Kurumi just made. "Aguamenti." It took a while but eventually the flames died down. Then she waved her wand to make the used wood vanish.

"Thanks for the lesson, Professor!" Jenny said as she gathered her blanket and other things. Then she tried to wave goodbye to Raiden (was he even looking?) and turned to Kurumi as she headed back to the castle. "Do you want to roast marshmallows later?"

"Good day, and good work," he said, still distracted.

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Originally Posted by Dianna Malfoy (Post 9870392)

Dianna put out her flame and saw that she had also been burning some part of grass. Accidentally of course. *whistle*
"Great Lesson Professor Kingsley!" Dianna said as she got all her belongings and marched back towards the castle.

"Good day," he said, still waiting for the Hufflepuff.

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Originally Posted by Ameh (Post 9870656)

'Just for practise'. Right. Raiden's lips pressed into a thin line, fingers twitching at his side as he waited for Fletcher to put it out. Others had managed to practise just fine without conjuring furniture to light aflame.

Thankfully, the professor put it out before Raiden had to, and before Fletcher had any more of a chance to protest that it was 'only practise'. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked around at the other students before taking a few steps toward the castle.

"Great class, sir," he called in the professor's direction. It had been; they'd had fire and nobody had lit themselves up or anything. That was a triumph in itself. The young man paused, to make sure that nobody would need help before he went back to the castle.

Or to make sure that Fletcher wouldn't be conjuring any more furniture to light on fire. Either way.

"Thank you for your assistance today, Mister Kururugi," he said as the prefect left.

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Originally Posted by CreativeAllie18 (Post 9870891)

Alice wasn't sure what to do with her conjured wood, so she left it there, making sure it was completely out.

"Hope you don't mind if I just left the wood I conjured there Professor Kingsley," Alice said as she collected her things.

She was looking forward to practicing incendio a bit more because she didn't feel like she'd really gotten a hold on it during class.

"Thanks for the great lesson Professor!" Alice said with a smile and tiny wave before she was off and heading towards the castle.

He allowed his gaze on Mister Fletcher to break when the girl addressed him. "Ah, that is fine for now, but come by the practice room and I can teach you the vanishing spell."

And then, eyes back to the boy.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 9870393)

Shooting a crooked grin at Treyen, who obviously was enjoying Fletcher's handiwork as much as he was himself, Fletch put out his wand to calm Raiden.

"All right, all right," he grumbled, giving the prefect dirty looks. "It was just for prac---"

"---tice," Fletcher finished his sentence with a small open-mouthed "o" expression. Whups. Ya caught me, professor.

Slowly edging away from the now-soggy desk, Fletcher hid his hands behind his back. Oh, class dismissed. That's great. He edged away even farther but halted on the spot when Kingsley called him out.

"Er... yes sir," he said, nodding slowly and waiting for the rest of their classmates to leave. Maybe the 'word' he wanted to say would just be 'awesome,' followed by 'that was awesome. Good work. I'm impressed.' Maybe????!

Preston crossed his arms in front of his chest, wand still in hand, as he made his way to the boy.

"Mister Fletcher," he said, sternly. "Would you care to tell me exactly what you were thinking when you began your... display?"

Eyes narrowed, he tilted his head to the side as he considered the boy.

"Excuse me, sir. I don't think I can get this.." She pointed to the little bonfire she had done, ".. vanished." Because she didn't want to risk that evanesco thing, her cookie was crunched instead of disappearing last time she did that.

Louisa mounted her bag and tugged her wand, "Have a good day, sir, that was really.." Fun? "..great lesson." Uh-huh. She liked almost all the lessons as a matter of fact but still conjuring a bonfire was massive she would go and promise Johnny to roast him a marshmallow of her own made fire. How cool was that?

Patroclus didn't want to stop dancing around his fire, but it seemed he would have to.

"Aguamenti!" the Fire dancer, uttered pointing his wand at the fire, which was doused with a spray of water. Rendering it a pile of steaming ash, "Evanesco!" the boy added, before re holstering his wand.

"Thanks for a enlightening lesson Sir," get it....Enlightening! "See you next time!"

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe (Post 9871265)

What's uh, what's with all the staring, professor? Fletcher was dying to ask, but of course dared not to since he had a feeling that would come off as being smart and Fletcher liked Professor Kingsley too much to antagonize him ~~further.~~

"Errrrrrrrr," he started, very articulately. "I was thinking, sir... well I was wondering, really, if I could conjure things that didn't necessary look like firewood but were made of wood and could therefore still be flammable??? So I imagined a desk," not just any desk, but he left that part out, "and I was surprised it worked!"

And it had been AWESOME.

He tried to smile politely, angelically even, but Kingsley's narrowed eyes made his facial expression fall dreadfully flat. Well. The transfiguration professor shouldn't be that upset. It could be a lot worse. Fletcher's initial idea, after all, had been to conjure up the Slytherin table from the Great Hall.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 9873266)

Professor Kingsley pursed his lips. "And, did you consider how your spectacle might influence younger students who are not a proficient as you? What foolhardy task it might inspire them to try?"

Because, like it or not, the boy was a champion and thus is a position to influence a great number of students.

"Or, perhaps, what it could have provoked among students who imagine themselves your peer or your superior who, had I not ended class, tried to out do you?"

There were two words to describe the expression on Professor Kingsley's face. Annoyed.

And disappointed.

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe (Post 9879578)

The little hope that had remained on Fletcher's face quickly fell faster than a fancy souffle on a hot day in Hades. It wasn't the stern expression or the curt way Professor Kingsley was speaking that impacted Fletcher the most.

It was the disappointment evident in his tone and expression... even amongst all the ruffles.

"I... I didn't even think that far ahead," Fletcher answered in a tiny, miserable tone. He most definitely looked like an admonished child... even though there was a teeny, invisible Vindictus-like devil on his shoulder flexing his biceps at the implication that people looked up to Fletcher.

Heh. People admired him. And his skillzz. HEHEHEH. That was cheering. And then yeah, there were people like Raiden who considered themselves superior to him and would have stepped in and shut Fletcher's fire-party down faster than he could say, 'fwooper.'

So what was Kingsley going to do with Fletcher? Or worse... TO Fletcher?! Not throw him in detention, surely.... maybe he should say something.......

"Sorry about that er... situation, sir," Fletcher looked up and nodded somberly. And? "And I won't let it happen again."

In your line of sight. Sir.

"You did not think," the professor repeated. "What if everyone had tried to copy you? Or had tried to make even larger things to set ablaze? I expect you to set a good example for your fellow students. You represent the school and are held to a higher standard."

Sighing heavily, he dropped his arms.

"Come to the transfiguration practice room after the third task. We will continue this, then. Now, go."

Did he know Fletcher entertained ideas of setting things of epic proportion on fire, and encouraging his fellow classmates to do just that? How would he know though? How would he know that just a few moments ago Fletcher had been totally determined to conjure up a table from the Great Hall and egg LiL Lockhart on to making a campfire out of it?

Unless... Professor Kingsley was a legilimens?! GASP! Yes, that had to be it! He was invading Fletcher's miiiiiiind!!! There was no way he could have figured the Hufflepuff's obvious pyromaniatic intentions otherwise!!!!!!

"Uh uh uh," the boy tried to imagine his brain as a tightly sealed safe as he mulled over Kingsley's words. He squinted his eyes in concentration and then nodded hurriedly to the professor. "I'm sorry." Again. "Yes sir." He tucked his wand in his back pocket and bowed his head in a perfect picture of piety, shuffling out of the room somewhat... backwards.

You weren't supposed to turn your back to a legilimens, right? Wasn't that the rule or something?