Salander was starting to scratch his head with his wand as he looked around the class trying to decide what to do with his hair. He has definitely decided to skip the afro poof, then turned back towards the aviators and started to tug one side of his hair. He suddenly decided that he can try to lengthen that handful of hair. Having a concrete idea of what to do now he uttered "Felintas!" while tapping that side if his head. He could feel that handful of hair started to lengthen a few inches.

He then glanced up at a young voice. Oh hey! He remembered this one from last term "No I dont mind at all." he smiled and motioned to the vacant seat nearby. He glanced at her as he waited for her to get settled, trying to recall what her name was as he surely have heard it in the common room. Hmm, no such luck with his leaky memory "Sorry kid, but what was your name again?"

And now it's bedtime for me.
 

Carter did not like that look. He did not like it one bit. And the fact that the girls were now whispering made it worse.

Much, much worse.

He was beginning to seriously doubt his judgment in transfiguration partners.

Before he had the chance to protest Destiny's hands were all over his face. Or... over his eyes anyway. "Watch it!" he said. Seriously, she was going to poke out his eye!

He felt Destiny's paintbrush on his face. How did she not laugh during this? It tickled. Like almost as bad as Rictusempra tickling.

He better look brilliant after all of this.

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Kurumi was beginning to feel even more uneasy as her classmates began changing their hair's shape and texture at will. Would she be able to do that? She was seriously worrying about it despite Professor Magnus telling her that everything would be perfectly fine.

Picking up her wand again, Kurumi held it in her hands and looked around the room trying not to laugh at Sierra's new hair before picking up the mirror with her other. Okay, she needed an image of herself...a new hair style. She had only ever had long black hair, so it was hard for her to think of herself with anything else. Not only that, but she was pretty sure that her mother would be furious if she ever cut her hair. The woman was insistent on how many times Kurumi brushed her hair and in which direction she brushed it in.

Closing her eyes, Kurumi thought long and hard, but the only image that ever came to her mind was that of her brother, Ryunosuke. Better than nothing, right? Taking a deep breath, Kurumi tapped her head. "Felintas!"

Nothing.

Setting her wand down, Kurumi attempted to regourp herself. She just wasn't focusing enough, right? Right. That had to be it. The image of her brother's hair still strong in her mind, Kurumi closed her eyes and repeated the wand movement. "Felintas!"

Nothing again. No hair tugging, no tickling sensation, not even her hair melting in places. She at least always melted something when she hadn't performed a spell right. What as going on?

She laughed nervously and repeated the spell again...and again...and yet again...but still nothing happened. Merlin...what was wrong with her?

Kurumi clutched her wand fiercely with her right hand and held the mirror up close to her face to examine it. Her violet eyes peered back at her full of concern. Come on Kurumi, snap out of it! Next to Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmancy, Transfiguration was one of her best subjects...so what was wrong with her today? She glanced up once more at Professor Magnus, not for any real reason other than to send her a somewhat pleading look, which mostly likely would go unnoticed with all the chaos of clown making in the classroom.

She knew she ought not to do it this way, the point was to practice the spell, but Kurumi didn't want to look like she couldn't perform this spell properly. Hanging her head, she twirled her wand in her fingers for a few moments. She then closed her eyes, and concentrated all of her energy on her hair.

Short...short...short...short...short...shortshort shortshort!

When she felt a slightly tingling sensation, Kurumi immediately whacked her head, probably a little too strongly for what the wand movement required, and repeated the spell. "Felintas!"

Her timing had been perfect. Right as the last syllable had left her lips, her abilities kicked in and her hair looked like it was being sucked right into her scalp like a sponge sucking up water. After a few moments, the tickling sensation stopped, and Kurumi set her wand down before slowly opening her eyes to look at her reflection. To anyone that had been watching, it would have appeared as though she had performed the spell properly after more than a few failed attempts.

A small smile crept across her face, but not because she had managed to perhaps trick everyone in the room, but because for the FIRST time, she had been in control of the changes taking place.

" If you think I am a first year, guess again" William told her "Actually, I have asked someone else be my partner" William said to her. William had a funny feeling about this Gryffindor girl." I am waiting for an answer from the other girl" William smiled.

Aurora wanted to cry right now. She looked absolutely ridiculous... Her hair was already bright red though, so she didn't need to change that, but she HATED clowns anyway, and under the circumstances she should really be wearing black. She took her wand and pointed it at her hair "Felintas."

...

nothing. She tried again and again and again but it would not work for her!

Well, let's see if she can make something...acceptable on his face. Transfiguration class now looked like an art class, since everyone was with their face painted and wearing clown costumes. "Oh well, you never know. Maybe you have an inner Picasso" he teased. She knew who Picasso was, right? Hopefully. This was weird, the paint felt a bit cold and he wondered what she was going to do. "Nice to meet you too" he replied with his eyes close "You better not do anything embarrassing" or she would be on his list and that was not a good list. Okay, maybe he was overreacting. Oh well, it didn't matter anyways. "And what about you? Are you going to let your face be painted?" he asked.

Oh. Alright.

She hadn't even seen Lana ask the head boy.. But apparently they were partners. She didn't mind though, they had obviously decided before she had asked Lana. Giving Lana a wave and smile she walked back towards her desk. Desiree was having the worst of luck with this, she just wanted to paint someone's face!

Pouting a bit, she soon realized she had a face too. Laughing at herself she held up the mirror, paint brush in hand. With a swish of her brush she started painting different colorful swirls (okay so she only used pink) and what not until she was happy with it. She went with something simple not so clownish.. She then began tapping on her hair "Felintas" "Felintas" Felintas" she said forcefully a few times until to her amazement she saw her hair growing a bit shorter, and curling itself tightly together, giving an almost crimped look, but very frizzy like a clown. Perfect (as long as she could remember the counter curse)

Smiling to herself she absentmindedly twirled her paint brush. Pshh. Who needed partners.

MJ went deathly, deathly white. Then green. A lovely shade of green. Desperately trying not to dash out of the room, MJ concentrated on turning her hair blonde. "Felintas..." Nope, nothing happened. The room spun. MJ couldn't concentrate enough on the desired effect.

India walked up to the face paint and sighed. She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do - how far clown she could go?

This would be interesting. She smiled to herself and she smiled. She quickly began to apply the face paint - she wasn't sure what she was going to do with the hair if the spell would work...but first, she wanted to look the part. Hello clown time.

She ran her hand over her brown braided hair and sighed. What would she look like with vibrant red hair? She thought and chewed her lip, then she tried the spell.

A quick tap oh her head as she said Ristaris - only a few strands changed. Grrr. She wanted it all red.

Ristaris she said again and tapped. And suddenly, her hair was red.

Quickly she also changed her eyes to a brighter blue to see if it would work out...after all her favorite clown had blue eyes.

After this it was time to get her hair changed in style - frizzy red curls it would be. Mhm. And of course the costume and the make up. Time for fun.

Now all she needed was a partner for the make-up.

CLOWNS!?

Daphne stared at the professor as she removed costumes and paint from the boxes placed on her desk. Ugh. This was terrible. She didn't want to look like clown. But...she didn't really have a choice, did she?

Partner up? No, thank you. She didn't want anyone else to paint her face and make her look weird. That would be silly.

The girl reluctantly walked up to the desk. She removed a box of paint and a weird looking costume. The girl wore the costumes over her robes and painted her face a little. She really wasn't liking the lesson so far.

Did they HAVE to practice using mirrors? Sigh. The girl picked up a mirror from the desk. She was so not looking forward to this.

Now, the girl pointed her wand at her head and muttered "Fel-in-tas" and tapped her head once. Oh, no. She looked at the mirror. Her hair was bright pink. "Ewwwwww!" Dapne immediately muttered "Int-ar-is". She looked at the mirror again and saw that her hair was back to normal. Phew. That was a relief.

Oh, great. To do this activity, they must be in partner. Raven still looked for partner.

"Anybody want to be my partner?"

But she looked everywhere that some people did this activity without partners. "Okay, I will do it by myself." said Raven. She point her wand to her hair and said "Felintas!" Then her short hair become longer. "Ristaris!" and her hair become green.

Beverly can't find a partner so she decided to do this activity on her own. I can manage and I can put make-up on myself she thought. Also she find this activity funny now she can change hair in different color but she will try blue for now. She tap her head with her wand concentrate and said "Felintas", her hair was now frizzy and short. Then another tap and in a loud voice she said "Ristaris" excited she immediately consult a mirror. It works she's so amazed and smiling on her reflection "blue looks good on me" she thought.
Next is the costume and the paint and she will be done...

Adam walked over to Daphne whom seemed to not like the apparent choice of a bright pink hairstyle. Gesturing that the two should work together Adam stood a few feet from her,then strode over to the box of paints.Putting a hand to his chin he thought merrily about how'd he dress her up in terms of clown face..He picked up some white paint an dressed her whole face in it,smirking as he did so.Then he added two round red dots on her cheeks.."There..Now,you don't look ridicoulous."Adam laughed slapping his knee as he passed the mirror.

Afterwards he went on about the hair.How to make her look more of a even adorable clown.He thought deeply about a clown he had seen on a t.v. show.Thinking of fluffy spiked black hair that went at all angles he said "Fe-Felintas...That should do the trick."He smiled dusting his hands as if he had accomplished a grand task."You look lovely."

'Sounds like a plan," Gideon agreed, tilting his head at the reference to the pair not sure what to make of it not all to familiar with the reference at least nowadays. He watched as Selina sat down, having no choice to follow as she pulled him down into the chair next to her. He almost laughed at her antics, but froze instead as he obeyed her request as she took hold of his face and the paints to go to work on painting his skin. The boy doing his best to not squirm in his seat.

"Wow..." he said seeing the result in the mirror. "Ummm, yeah I guess it is," he added putting the mirror back down on the table. "Now bear in mind I'm not an artist so I dont know what'll happen," Gideon warned, taking up the paints and going to work. The fourth year eventually showing the results.

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When the professor demonstrated the spell, the woman's hair going into a new style then the curly red of the original clown look, Gideon watched carefully. Her later words and action made him realized that he was going to have to change his style too not just do one half of the spells she taught. "Here goes..." he mused thinking on the change.

"Felintas..." he cast giving one tap to the top of his head, his curly hair becoming straight.

Eino couldn't even move all the while Kurumi was painting his face. It was so... embarrassing. There really was no wonder to describe it. He really hadn't realized how much he had grown in the past couple of months until he had to become a clown, so there was at least one good thing about this experience. Still, that growth had been rather quick and artificial, but the facts are these. It had happened, and Eino felt ridiculous dressed up as a clown. "Tut tut." He said when he looked at his own reflection in the mirror. At least he didn't look like himself. That was good. Hopefully, no one else would recognize him.

In returned, Eino took his hand, applied different color paints to it, then stamped his face on Kurumi's face. There, now you look pretty too. His face expression still hadn't change as he did this, but that wasn't that abnormal, really.

Now, what did they had to do, change their hair? Eino glanced over at his notes and practice the incantation in his mind before trying it on his hair. Felintas. He then picked up his wand and before casting the spell spent a great deal of time just trying to think of a different hair style. Everyone else was looking very, uh, clowny, but he really didn't want to do the same. He was still holding the mirror with one hand when he pointed his wand to his hair and said the incantation. "Felintas." His hair grew first grew a couple of centimeters then it became darker, much, much, much darker. Pitch black by the time it stopped changing. He didn't look too bad with dark hair. A little scary since his eyes were so dark, but not bad at all.

Yes. Jonathan is terrified of painting his face. His OCD behavior right now is killing him not to do so. But from where he is right now, looking at all the students--- it's really fun. Really, really fun.

Blink.

Out of nowhere a red head came up to him. Jonathan looked at her as she uttered his name. Oh, so she knows him. Red head. This girl looked really familiar. How can she forget the red head. Plus, she managed to step on his toes as well. Seriously, what is up with those? Is there something about his toes?

But that was a long time ago. He practically even can't recall what they talked about when he first met her. It was a fast conversation after all. Well, he needed a partner. So yeah, he'll take just about anyone. He nodded to the girl "Sure.... Ariana?" did he said that correctly? Wait. Was that even her name? Jonathan find her familiar but he's a dork when it comes to names. So hopefully it's correct.

Face painting. Now, he just hopes she won't do anything drastic.

Under normal cicrumstances, Faven would have laughed, rather hard, at the girl's utter suprise to hear her voice all of a sudden. The fact that the girl was looking more and more like a clown, however, stopped the laughter in her throat, even when the makeup was streamed across her face.

"Oh yay!" Faven exclaimed. She just knew that having a partner would help her get through the terrors of this project, plus, wasn't everything more fun when you could share the experience with others?? "I could ahhh, try to help with that line across your face," Faven said, some laughter finally creeping into her voice.

"Thank you," she mumbled to the girl as she sat in the seat offered. "Oh goodness yes!!!! I'm struggling with the masses of ....just STUFF that is billowing about me! You look like you have something stuffed under there. I'm guessing you had a hard time as well with the massively sized outfits?" Faven inquired. "Oh..I suppose so, as part of the lesson. I have to be honest with you, I'm terrifed of clowns, there isn't much that I am more scared off....." Her voice trailed off, thinking of her other fears......."Anyway," she said, snapping out of her funk, "I'll try my hardest too! And then we can use the spells!"

Not exactly the reaction she had been hoping for. What was wrong with Eino? She had never seen him so self conscious before, it was kind of depressing to be entirely honest. Maybe, Eino had a fear of clowns or something. She knew plenty of people who were afraid of them, including her brother Junichiro. He still screamed whenever he saw one despite being in his twenties now. Anyway, back to the face painting.

Kurumi closed her eyes when she saw that Eino was reaching for the paint feeling a bit nervous about what sort of crazy Eino was about to paint when...it was over? Wait, had he even put anything on her face? Kurumi opened her eyes and blinked several times before looking in the mirror. All she had was some pink gobs on her nose. She looked back at the Ravenclaw, but he was already working on Transfiguring his hair.

She looked back in the mirror and looked at her pixie hair that was staying - which was very good. It meant that she was in control. Signing a bit, Kurumi realized that she was going to have to do her own make up. She then picked a few of the paints up and began applying things to her face, drawing a flower here and there before she was finished.

Pixie cut, flowery clown make up...Kurumi wasn't entirely sure she was ready to put on the clown costume just yet...but she knew it was only a matter of time before she would have to, right? It was part of the class assignment and at least a semi decent distraction.

Hair and make up done for now, Kurumi then made her way up to the box of costumes and grabbed one.

Minerva thought about what the fourth year had just said to her. Then her thoughts went to the day of her purple hair accident. She shook her head. No coudn't have been she was moving her wand around that day so she knew it was an accidental spell said. Even though she had no clue what spell it was.. "Thank you that is very interesting. This class all together is very interesting. I like your make up by the way."

Pixxi paid attention to Professor Magnus as she talked about the lesson, and had to giggle when she changed her hair to a bright red afro. 'That's so cool,' Pixxi thought, as she was one of those people who loved to change her hair color as often as possible. She had dreamt of becoming a Metamorphmagus for as long as she could remember, but unfortunately her wish never got fulfilled. Instead, she had to change her appearence the normal, boring way.

Some people might be embarrassed by dressing out in the weird costume and put on weird face-paint while trying to change your hair, but Pixxi thought this was the best first lesson of Transfigurations she could ever get! She rarely got embarrassed by anything, so the Transfigurations lesson just made her very cheery. She happily went to get her very own costume and face paint and changed quickly and splattered some white, yellow and red face paint on her face. What she was really eager to learn was how to change her hair color. That meant that she never had to dye her hair ever again.

'Ok, so... Think about how my hair should look like,' she thought to herself while slowly pointing the wand towards the top of her head. 'It's been a long time since I had pink hair.' The last time she had had pink hair, she was only 5 years old and her neighbour, Mrs. Kaster had dyed it for her. Her mum had freaked out and used, Pixxi only assumed, this very spell to change her haircolor back to the normal, boring brown.

Squinting her eyes and with her tongue sticking out slightly, she thought hard about what shade of pink she wanted, the length of the hair and so on. She mumbled the spell for a few minutes, just to get the feel of it. When her wand fizzed slightly, she knew she had it just right. "Felintas!" she cried out, and she felt a tingling feeling on the top of her head. She looked at her reflection and noticed her new, pink, long hair. Grinning as wide as ever, she put up her hand for the Professor to see. "Professor, I did it! Look how cool my hair is!"

Jez stared at Professor Magnus in wonder. She was the darn best teacher Jez had ever, ever, come across ... and that included her brother! Jez bounded up to the front of the classroom and quickly pulled on a costume. It was baggy and slightly itchy and looked horrible, and Jez loved it!
"Thank you so much!" she babbled to Professor Magnus as she grabbed a painting kit and moved back to her desk. Now the fun would really begin ...
After her makeover - Jez did NOT want a mirror, it wouldn't be healthy for anyone else if she screamed in horror at her reflection - she closed her eyes, and tapped her head with her wand. "Felintas!" She felt her once waist-length jet black hair shoot downwards. Without opening her eyes, Jez cast the next spell, "Ristaris!"
Jez opened her eyes, and saw her hair. It must have been several metres at least, and so heavy her neck was cramping. And it was the most violent shade of bright blue Jez had ever laid her eyes on. She was Bubblegum Rapunzel! Jez whooped in delight, grinning from ear to ear.
Now this was learning!

Now that it was her turn, Evelyn eyed the colors that Marilyn was going to use. Well, this could be alright. This stuff could wash off. It was just butterflies. Everything will be splendid.

No...she was not ready.

However, the girl kept quiet as Marilyn started to paint on her face, trying to act like a statue at the same time. Don't smudge it! Don't. Just don't do it. It didn't take long before she was asked to close her eyes, and that both slightly freaked her out and brought out her curiosity. She could tell it was part of the wing that was going there, yet this who getting near her eye like that was a bit uncomfortable. She didn't normally let people do...this...stuff.

Opening her eyes once it was confirmed Marilyn was done, the Slytherin seventh year smiled, wanting to see the final picture. How did it loooooooook!?



What was THIS doing on her desk!? This outfit. Why?

With a look of disbelief, she watched the Professor walk by before looking back to this clown outfit on her desk. It. Was. Touching. Her. NOTEBOOK. Picking it up with the tip of her fingers as if it had just been in mud, it accidentally slipped through her fingers and dropped to the floor. She would've picked it up too, but Professor Magnus started demonstrating the spell and she wanted to make sure she did it right. Transfiguration wasn't her best subject and if her hair was permanently changed, Evelyn was going to...

Do something.

Blinking and shaking the thoughts from her mind, she listened to how to do the spell, and the part about the clown hair completely flew over her head. What? Clown hair? She didn't hear of any such thing. OH! A mirror!

Retreiving one, she sat back down in her seat and started to inspect the paint job Marilyn had done. Ohhhh, that was rather beautiful actually. Yea, Evelyn pulled off the red color splendidly. "This is really good." she said, turning her face so she could see the entire side where the large wing was. Hmmm. She rather liked her hair the color it was right now, but...blond would make the colors on the butterfly pop out just a bit more wouldn't it? Maybe she'd make it shorter too. Short hair. Hmm.

Imagining really hard in her mind, short hair (since obviously that was as close to 'clownish' as she'd get), the Slytherin tapped her head with her wand and said, "Felintas." The last time she remembered getting a transfiguration spell right on the first try was back in her younger years at Hogwarts. Now, it just took a million tries. Narrowing her eyes, she stared at her...still normal lengthwise hair.

"Fail."

Penny looked at the girl who spoke and smiled, judging by her tie - she was a fellow Huffie..

"yeah, brilliant - I'm Penny by the way- shall we get started then?"

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Kurumi simply bowed her head at the girl's gratitude. It was a complicated process...at least he had been for her. Of course, there were always signs that you were a metamorph from the moment you were born, but what if parents had hidden that fact from you? That was what had happened to her anyway.

"T-Thank you," she smiled when her makeup was complimented. "I...can help you with yours if you would like..." There was still a bit of time before they moved onto the next spell right?

And speaking of spells, Kurumi's eyes widened when people were changing their hair color. They hadn't been properly taught that spell yet. Most of the students changing hair color were in her immediate area, so the need to shout across the room really wasn't necessary.

"G-G-Guys," she stammered as she flailed her arms around a bit. "You...you shouldn't be changing hair color just yet. The wand movement hasn't been taught to us yet..."

"....so basically what you're saying i'm stupid" He stated and puffed his cheeks again. Yeah he couldn't remember names but he wasn't stupid or something! Just that...yeah. He decided to drop the subject and smiled, this time knowingly at Emily. "Emily! right! ...i knew that" lie.

Daichi nodded his head cutely when Emily said she could paint a duck's beak. "Yay! Now i can be a ducky too~" What was it with him and his duck obsession. And his father thought his hello kitty clothes were weird. Psh, he should see his duckies stuff.

Turning his attention back to Emily, Daichi's smile faded as she said she wanted to be a sad clown. Right...they had to be clowns...HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE A CLOOOOWN!

As the professor spoke again, he noticed a small mirror laying on their table and he grabbed one to look at himself. Dark brown smiling eyes looked back at him. His face was pale but not like he was sick and his hair was a black mess.

ACK! They were laying behind! Daichi quickly placed the mirror down and turned to face Emily with a glint in his eyes. He was going to make her ppprruuttty! Grabbing the white powder he smashed placed it on her face until her whole face was covered in white. Next was the red lipstick. He grabbed it and looked rather confused at first on how the lipstick was rolled out but finally he figured it out and smeared it over her lips. Something that had him blushing all the way and he accidently smeared it a bit around her mouth. But then again she did needed to be a clown. A sad clown.. maybe he should make tears or something? Grabbing the blue paint, he dipped the brush in it and carefully while his tongue stuck out a bit he painted a few tear drops under her eyes.

Leaning back in his seat, Daichi smiled accomplished at his art and held the mirror up for Emily to see.