Alrighty, maybe the problem was that she wasn't focusing on as specific breed for her dragon, she had just been hoping one that would appear! So, now racking her brains trying to remember the names of some of the dragon breeds in the area. Margo was trying to think when all of sudden the Common Welsh Green popped into her head. Okay, good now focusing hard again.

Looking at her stone, bringing her wand up to the ready. "Draconifors" Margo nearly shouted, she was determined to make this work. Margo slashed her wand from left to right. And then looking down Margo found a miniature version of a dragon. "Oh my goodness!!! You're adorable!" Margo squealed!!! Okay the baby version of an species is adorable lets be honest!!! "You need a name!" Margo said as she brought the cage up onto her desk to put her new dragon friend in. "I shall call you ....... Hugo!" It was adorable!!!

Margo was so excited that she actually got the spell to work!!! Awesome!

First things first Lux would begin by practicing the incantation like always. " Draconifors... Draconifors... Draconifors... Draconifors..." Repeating the word over and over again, it started soundig stranger and stranger in the same way that words lose their meaning with repeated use. She'd take that as a sign that it was time to move on to the wand movement.

Picking her wand up, she started making slashing movements. Left to right. Left to right. Hehe, look at her go.

This class was fuuuun.

Kace heard the lions comment and it made him raise his eyebrows a little bit. "It was just a mistake dude. No need to call me an idiot. People make mistakes get that through your thick skull. I am sure you have plenty of times before.." he smirked to himself and maybe that would teach him a lesson. Right back to his dragon. Since obviously an angry lion pointed it out he said the spell wrong. He still gave Kevin a cold stare and he bet he wouldn't get any girls.

In fact he saw him eyeing Cinna like a love sick puppy the whole lesson. He was gonna say something but he prefered not to make a scene. He just was the better person and continued to focus on his spell. He was gonna make the Welsh Green. He said the spell, "Draconifors!" and then did the slash from left to right and he wondered if he did it right. He saw the rock slowly forming into a Welsh Green since he had a clear picture in his head. He smiled and finally did it. See he could do it just made one little mistake. He petted his welsh green and thought it seemed pretty cute.

Okay so now she had to create the dragon. She listened to everyone pronouncing it and chuckled when she heard Kace and Kevin and just chuckled some more. Heh. Kevin.

Slashing her wand left to right Puck tried to do the spell but couldn’t. Laughter. Again. Dragon fur. “it sounds like a furry dragon” she chuckled and grinned over to Kace, a kind sorry for laughing smile.

Okay attempt number two. “Draconifors” she clearly spoke and slashed her wand from the left to the right while targeting the rock. Oh my gosh! A real dragon! It was beautiful!

There was a small rather beautiful Hungarian Horntail sitting on her desk snapping its tinny jaw at her as it made I am a new thing sounds as the former rock could. “Hey bud,” she leaned down and watched as the little walk around on her desk. Lowering her hand she watched as it jumped into her hand and curled its wings around its miniature body. He was nice and calm and awesome it was being calm and seemed to like her yay!

Carefully she sat there petting the little thing’s wings as she listened to what Kace and Kevin were saying. She should not have laughed nope. “Imagine if someone miffed the spell up severely and made a furry dragon?” She asked Kace and Kevin in turn as a well…a way to change the topic from calling each other names.

Wait, they were making DRAGONS out of rocks? Obviously not real dragons, because they were small and rocky by nature, but still... that was pretty awesome. Dot rocked back in her seat (now that she was allowed to sit) and watched as some of her fellow students managed to create the dragon easily enough.

And she could pick any kind of dragon she WANTED? That was so much pressure. Which kind did she like? What did Kyroh choose?

Maybe she could make something. Purple scales. Horns. Flashy green wings. That's the Dot-dragon. She pointed her wand at the rock on her desk, squinted until it was possibly-maybe-a bit dragonblurry, and gave a slash of the wand. "Draconifors."

Come on, fancy Dot-dragon. Come... on... and turn into nothing. Sigh. Massive fail.

Paloma examined her wand movement a bit, and the spell again, though quickly sketched the Peruvian Vipertooth to actually have the whole concept of it in her head. Soft Scaly, copper coloured...just as she had seen in the books, just the books.

Slash...Draconifors. Slash...Draconifors.

Clear. As she looked at her rock, and from it, pictured the smallest and cutest little dragon, well...a hand-size model of a live Peruvian Vipertooth. "Draconifors!" And slash...A tiny dragon started forming out of the rock. EEEP. It's tiny scales, the colour, all perfect.

"Aren't you the cutest little one?" She whispered to it, petted its head and put her palm for it to quickly hop onto her palm, which took like another fifteen seconds for the creature to realize that it was her that he needed to be with. "Now, forgive me the most, but I must put you in a cage." She said, pouting and going to take the cage and putting the little Peruvian Vipertooth inside it. There...

This was when she thought she outgh to read more books about dragons.

So it did have to be a certain breed. Well, she was screwed then. Because she wasn't really familiar with any dragon breeds, since CoMC wasn't really her favorite subject. So Heather had to resort to looking around at what her classmates were doing.

Hmm, that green one looked good. Okay, that one it was, then. Now, what was that spell again? Draconifors? Yep, that was it. "Draconifors. Draconifors. Draconifors," she said, trying out the spell first.

They were going to create dragons? ... Little dragons though, right? Because Toby wasn't sure that a full attendance's worth of kids all transfiguring full-sized dragons in the same room was very wise. He looked from the board to Quigley to Bellaire, but didn't raise his concerns just yet.

But then the demonstration came and it soon transpired that no, it was only little tiny dragons, and suddenly things made more sense. Toby sat and wrote things down and tried to pay attention but mostly just stared at the little dragon. When it was time to start (something he didn't realise for a while, not until he noticed everyone else up and out of their seat going to collect stones) the Hufflepuff cautiously got up out of his seat (cautious because would there be another stand-up-sit-down thing?) and went up to the front of the room to retrieve a rock. He just took the first one that was within reach, not minding too much about the physical properties of the rock, as hopefully it would be a dragon soon enough.

Tobt returned to his seat and set the rock on the desk in front of him. What was the spell again?

"Draconifors," he spoke the incantation as he read it from his notes, testing the way it felt as he said it. "Dra-con-if-ors... Draconifors." And he swished his wand from left to right as he aimed at the rock, though not really trying all that hard to get the spell to work just yet. He was only practicing, for the moment. "Draconifors."

Okay. That was enough practice. He should probably think of a specific breed of dragon now before the rock got a full-body makeover. To have it in mind and stuff.

As Kace was trying to get his dragon into his cage, he grinned when he heard Puck's comment. Look at the lion trying to lighten up the mood. He nodded and loved her attempt to diffuse the tension. He mouthed a thank you and went back to trying to put his dragon into his cage. It seemed stubborn though. He was trying to push it into the cage but it wouldn't budge. It just wanted to explore everything in the room. Its wide eyes was taking in its surroundings. As he held him, it climbed up his arm and sat on his shoulder.

"Heyyy you are kind of cute.." he smiled and cooed at him. It curled up on his shoulder and was sound asleep. Kace felt the dragons breathing slow down which meant he was sleeping.

Huh....well would you look at that. A dragon sleeping on his shoulder. He chuckled and liked his new buddy. How could be put him in his cage now? He was being adorable. Kace hoped the dragon was a boy I mean it would awkward if he assumed it was a dude when it really was a girl. He looked around and noticed others were putting theirs in cages. Agh he had to do it. He felt really bad but he had to get the job done.

He nudged his dragon and no response. Hmm it must be really passed out. He then picked up his dragon and placed him in his cage. It seemed sad but it was part of the assignment. "Sorry bud I am supposed to put you in the cage." he whispered and it slept on. Success!

So obviously thinking about a made up Dot dragon didn't work. Maybe it was because she was thinking so much about creating the dragon and not so much about her INTENTION. So much for that theory. She'd make an actual for-real dragon, a Hebridean Black, since that was Kyroh's favorite.

"Cooperate, rock. Be a team player," Dot bossed her rock without repentance. That rock was gonna listen. Dot was in charge. This time, she slashed her wand and tried to think deep thoughts about Kyroh's stuffed Hebridean Black. "Draconifors."

Pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework. At some point, her eyes had closed, and Dot peeked at her rock. No, not a rock. She had a little perfect dragon! "I DID IT."

You know what the funniest part of this entire lesson was? They were creating dragons. Bellaire was technically a dragon. Even though Professor Q was a cat, he was pretty dragon like too because that one time he had blown up in class and stuff... So basically two dragons were teaching them how to make dragons and really by the end of this entire lesson, there were going to be a bajillion dragons in the room. And that wasn't even counting the two Professors. Anyways, uh, where was he?

Oh yeah. Dragons.

The Prefect had just practiced the movement, well, it wasn't really that hard, but sometimes practice made kind of near perfect so that was pretty important. So yeah. Practiced the wand movement? Check. Now to do the... Most important part! Right. The incantation. Uh. Draconifors???

He still didn't know how to pronounce it with all the proper inflections and stuff, by the way. So instead of jumping right into it, he listened around trying to catch the people around him saying it. And oh. Heh. Sounded pretty simple enough. Right. Got it. Draconifors, kind of said like it was spelled oops. "Dracon-ifors..." Not bad actually. "Draconifors!" Man, it was even kind of fun to say?

"Draconifors! Draconifors! Dracon--" Actually, should probably get started on the actually dragon creating... Uh. Right.

"Oooooohhhh." The noise was long and drawn out. As long as it took Amur to fully comprehend what the Professor was saying. She didn't even think that she might have looked just a little bit loony standing there with her mouth hanging open, producing some sort of noise acknowledgement.

As soon as the last pieces of the puzzle clicked into place in her mind, Amur bobbed her head. "Thank you, Professor! That makes me feel a lot better."

So really, they were giving the stones life and movement, at least temporarily. What a lucky stone! She offered another quick bob of her head before scuttling back to her desk with her stone.

Placing it on the top of her desk, Amur settled herself back down on her backpack pillow and withdrew her wand. Now, the incantation. She should probably practice it first before trying it on the stone. Professor Bellaire had said that their dragons would be taken away if they didn't come out proper or friendly. As much as she was reassured that this was not the creation of life, Amur still didn't want her 'creation' to be taken away. And if she was going to give a rock movement, she was going to make sure it was a happy moving rock.

Unless she picked a grumpy one. That would be a problem.

Letting out a slow breath, Amur exchanged her wand for her quill. "Dragonifor. Drag. On. Ee. For. Dragon. Eefor." Almost like they were hitting a golf ball that was a dragon. Dragon fore. Oh dear.

She swished her quill in the motion that the Professor had done. One side to the next. "Dragonifor. Dragonifor. Dragonifor!"

Seemed simple enough. Seemed easy. She knew it wasn't.

Continuing to practice the wand movement, Amur closed her eyes and went to picturing what her dragon would look like. Side-swish wand. Side-swish wand. Like a dragon's tail.

"Draconifors!" she cried, slashing her wand left to right at the stone she had retrieved. And.....nothing. What she doing wrong? Was she not focusing on the breed hard enough? Was it because, she didn't know the name of the breed she was trying to create? Was it because her heart wasn't truly in it?

Heather took a deep breath and tried again. "Draconifors!" Left to right. And again, nothing. Arrrgh! What even?! She was a fifth year, she shouldn't be having this much trouble with this!!!!!

Maybe her stone was defective?

"You are very cute," Dot settled her chin on her fist and stared at her little dragon where it curled up on her desk. Even if it wasn't a for real dragon, she admired how the wings wrapped around its body and how the little chest swelled with air as it appeared to breath. It was VERY CUTE. She'd just said so.

But now the little dragon had to go in his cage. Time to wake up, lil dragon face. Dot prodded him with the tip of her wand, but the dragon ignored her. Mmk. Very unhelpful adorable dragonface. "Get in the cage, dragon." Like now. Go right now. She prodded again, and again she was ignored.

"GET IN YOUR CAGE," Dot pointed at the cage with one very angry finger point. Ignored. Always ignored. Was this how her mother felt when she asked Dot to clean her room?

Oh. Wait. The dragon was little, the cage was right there, and Dot was giant by comparison. This was actually quite easy compared to the actual casting of the spell. She scooped a hand under the dragon and shoved him unceremoniously into the cage. There. Done. Dot was basically a dragon whisperer.

"Draconifors!" Left to right and....FINALLY!!!!! Her stone had turned into a nice mini Welsh Green. Now to name it and put it in the cage. What? It was a living thing, it needed a name. What would be a good name for it. "I know! Your name will be Snoopy!" And Snoopy was flapping his wings. "You better not fly off! Quit trying to fly!" Obviously the spell had worked correctly, because the tiny dragon stopped. Not happily, though, as she was now on the receving end of a dragon glare. Kind of scary, that.

"Now, I need you to get in the cage, Snoopy." Snoopy obeyed, but not without sending another glare her direction. Heather closed the door behind him, not wanting to give him any ideas of escaping.

Now what?

Now, uh, for the visualizing then. What did he even want his dragon to look like was the real question here... The Gryffindor sat for a moment with his head in his hands. Thinking. Visualizing. Doing that thing. Hm. The Common Welsh Green. That was a pretty looking dragon, actually, one of his favorites. With the imagine in mind, The Prefect picked up his wand and aimed right at the rock.

With a slash from left to right, he cleared his throat before AHEM, "Draconifors!" Uh. Second time maybe? "Draconifors!!!" And by the sweet grace of Merlin himself, a dragon was born, hiyaaaaaaa!!!

But uh cages. That needed to happen... Didn't it? With a stern look over at his dragon, he went over and opened the cage and you know. Looked. Maybe the dragon would take a hint? Um. Yeah. Cage. You. In. Please? .... Maybe?

Okay, okay so it may have taken even longer than it had to actually preform the spell but the most important part was that after the struggle, Zander Adair prevailed (yes, surprise) and the dragon was finally put into the cage and the Gryffindor was finally in his seat once again. 'Cause sitting. No sitting standing confusion here anymore.

She didn't stop practicing the wand movement, or the pronunciation of the spell until she had the dragon pictured in her head. Every. Single. Detail. Down to the last scale. It took quite a bit of time, and concentration. More than once, the sound of a fellow classmate disrupted her, and she peeked to see a newborn-rock-dragon on a desk. Then it was starting all over again.

It was quite the process.

When she was finally sure that she had it, she pawed around her desk blindly for her wand and her stone. She set the rock in the middle of her desk so she couldn't miss it with the spell, and gripped her wand in her hand. Breathe in. Breathe out. Wand behave. Please. Pretty please.

Draconifors. Side-swish like a tail. She got this. She could do this.

Another breath.

"Draconifors." Her wand made the movement and she cracked open one eye to peek at what was on her desk. Both eyes flew open in surprise. The desk acted like a magnet, drawing her face so close to it that her nose rested on it's edge.

Her little stone, now had a little tail. It was, really, a beautiful tail. A very detailed tail, as a Norwegian Ridgeback tail should be. But that was all her little stone had. No other appendage, at all. Nothing. Just, a tail. A tail which swished back and forth, like a cat's would when irritated. She couldn't blame it, what with it's head still being stuck in the rock.

It must be terribly uncomfortable.

"Sorry!" She straightened quickly, pressing her eyes closed again and casting the spell a second time. "Draconifors!"

Yeah, see, there was no disappointing Adi and a possible future use of the spell they were currently learning. And yes...Ben got that look sent his way from his best friend beside him and he sent a return one of his own. It still required his approval and the Gryffindor had still not givel his full consent on the matter. They would wait and see and when they were both of age wizards MAYBE it would be done.

Without Bellaire's knowledge or approval.

On another note, Benny had decided on being loyal to his British roots, picking a Welsh Green dragon for his challenge. It was one of this breed that they had studied in a History of Magic class on an incident involving it a term or two before. One issue down, any number of others possibly as he prepared to try his hand at transfiguring a small version of one of the magnificent creatures. Now he had to focus...really focus...on the task at hand.

Focus on stone...Visualize dragon...Draconinfors... Left to right slash.

With his chosen stone set on the desk before him, the fifth year kept his attention and focus there as best he could. Not on the dragon currently perched on Professor Bellaire's shoulder. Focus...focus. Then he pictured the Welsh Green dragon he had seen in a book on the matter in his studying. It was a pretty picture and had caught his attention. "Draconifers!" Benny finally cast with the slashing movement with it. But alas, the stone remained a stone.

Sigh...

They were going to create Dragons from stones? Why did they all need to have their own dragons? There were first years here, and surely they didn't know how to take care of dragons. But Austin was different. Although he didn't know how to take care of a dragon exactly he was older, which meant he was wiser, so he could easily take care of a creature like this. He wrote down his notes and took out his wand. Since transfiguration was not his best subject, he decided to practice the spell a few times. "Dragonifers! Er.." That didn't sound right. He listened to his fellow students pronounce it, then tried again. "Drago... Draco... Draco! Dracoonifers! Draconifers." That was it! Draconifers. Quickly, Austin wrote down how the word was pronounced before he forgot.

Next he decided it was best to practice the wand movement. He had watched the professor perform the charm, but actually doing it himself was even harder than he thought. A left to right slash... hmm.. He moved his wand slowly, to get himself accustomed to the movement. As he practiced, he moved more aggressively. Maybe the key was to be forceful? He hoped that was it. Maybe that combined with a simple dragon would do the trick. Remembering back to the past summer when he read about dragons, he tried to visualize a Swedish Short-snout. It's skin was silvery, and he remembered it to be relatively long.

Next came the hard part: Putting all the parts together.

Thinking about which dragon she wanted to create, Lux decided on a Common Welsh Green. For one thing they were subdued and had a melodious roar, and for another thing green was a pretty colour. There was also the Ilfracombe Incident which she had helped act out two terms ago and she wouldn't forget playing the tail of that dragon.

Too bad there wasn't a Common Welsh Blue, but then that just didn't sound as nice.

Trying her hardest to picture the exact dragon in her head, Lux stared at the stone for a moment before slashing towards it from left to right with her wand. "Draconifors!!" Eagerly she watched and saw...nothing happen. Huh. What had she done wrong? Maybe the excitement of having a dragon even for a little while made it too hard to focus properly. Yep, she was going to go with that.

This was it. This was the moment he had been practicing for. Now was the time to cast his spell. He went up to the front of the room and grabbed a stone, and returned to his seat. He had chosen one of the larger stones, for he felt that would be easier. Dragons were notorious for being large, and he felt that a large stone would have been better for an inexperienced wizard like him. He took a deep breath, and with a harsh slashing motion, he said the incantation. "Draconifers!" Looking down at his stone, he realized that his stone was still a stone. Wasn't there supposed to be a dragon? His faced turned a bright red as he became embarrassed. Everyone else seemed to have dragons running around on their desks, but Austin? Austin had nothing but a stone.

Trying not to get too discouraged, the third year stood up to try again. As he did that, he realized why the spell hadn't worked the first time. He didn't think about the dragon... like... at all. That seemed to be a key part in this spell. So this time, he thought of the Swedish Short-Snout. It had silvery skin, and that's what he tried to focus on the most. "Draconifors!" His stone did seem to change a bit, for the stone turned a blue-silver color. But alas, there was still no dragon on his desk. Why was Transfiguration so hard?

…..Did that Puffer (Kace)dare to talk back? Kevin rolled his eyes at his attempted comeback. ….was that even a comeback? Eh. “Oh no that was so brilliant, i'm speechless, how did you ever come up with that oh wise one? ?" It was obvious that Kevin was just overreacting and then tsked at him. "No but seriously dude, that was all you got?” he sighed loudly and shook his head. He was disappointed. “I don’t make mistakes, I’m flawless” he lied with a wide grin before looking at Puck as he heard her chuckle. See, even she thought so.

Anyways, back to his Chinese fireball dragon. Kevin watched the little fella in the cage, spewing little puffs of smoke out of its nose and began to think of a name. What to call you….. It had to be something cool, something …him. He leaned back in his seat, deep in thought. Destroyer? Nah, too normal… King? …he was a king already, there couldn’t be two kings. The Gryffindor thought of a name while waiting for the rest of the idiots to catch up.

Okay, that was enough practicing. Brooklyn was getting distracted by the other students all having their own mini dragons around her, and a bit jealous. She was going to get one though, too. She just had to decide what she wanted. A black one would be interesting, and she already had a name. She just needed the dragon to go with it, and the easiest way to go about that was to focus on the dragon perched on Professor Bellaire’s shoulder. The only problem was that she’d recently said that the dragons would only last for the lesson. Brooklyn didn’t worry about that. Once she knew the spell worked, she could just find a different stone and make a whole new dragon.

Blue eyes going back to her stone as she’d cemented the image of Professor Bellaire’s Horntail in her mind, momentarily pushing back her other thoughts, she readied her wand. “Draconifors,” she repeated, making the appropriate slashing motion toward the stone with her wand. Time for a dragon…or not. Stupid rock. Her eyes narrowed, but she only focused more. “Draconifors!”

Another slash of her wand, and slowly the stone flaked away to reveal a perfect miniature Hungarian Horntail. Her own little Balerion, even though she wasn’t a Targaryen. It didn’t mean he wasn’t the best dragon in Game of Thrones. Balerion, the Black Dread. Now she had her own. “Okay, Balerion, now you need to go home,” she said, pointing her wand toward the cage as if the dragon would pay attention. All Balerion did was shoot out a tiny little flame toward her, which thankfully dissipated before it hit.

Truth be told, she was afraid to open her eyes to see what had happened to her stone this time? Had it worked, or had she simply attached a few more appendages to the poor little rock?

Squeaking open one eye, Amur gasp-groaned. It was almost a dragon? She wondered if that would count as she watched her little stone, with a tail, four newly formed legs and two wings, skitter blindly this way and that on her desk. It was the most ridiculous and pitiful looking thing ever. A lump of rock, with seven appendages. The body proper wasn't even partially formed and the head, well it was best not to speak of the head.

Carefully scooping up her misguided rock, Amur held it up close to her nose, confiding in it with a small whisper. "I blame my wand. We have a ... complicated relationship."

Kind of like the two Professors. Her eyes flicked up at that thought.

"Suppose I can't leave you like this." A rock-dragon. May as well call him Rocky.

Raising her wand, Amur aimed to cast the spell at the rock-dragon again, before realizing that her hand was under said dragon. Hadn't Professor Bellaire said something about being able to turn a human into a dragon? At the thought of her fingers sprouting wings, Amur almost dropped the rock-creature down on the desk, remembering just in time to lower her hand to a less jarring height before depositing Rocky.

She had to get this right. Everyone else seemed to be coming up with decent dragons. The fully formed types. Amur wondered what she was doing wrong? Was it the wand motion? No....she was getting something when casting. It wasn't the image either, because what she could see of the dragon looked like a Norwegian Ridgeback. So maybe, just maybe, it was keeping her eyes closed?

Maybe she should try keeping them open?

Looking down at her rock-pet, Amur let out a sigh. "Alright, little one. One more time?"

The creature turned towards her, sat it's rocky-bottom down on the desk and folded it's wings. It almost seemed to be saying to her 'Here, this front part. This is where my head is supposed to go. Could you fix that, kindly? Please. Thank you. Soon.'

No pressure little dragon. None at all.

The flame had hardly worried Brooklyn. It just proved to her that Balerion knew what he was supposed to do, what he was supposed to act like. Dragons weren’t supposed to be nice and sweet. They were supposed to be powerful. Even a tiny dragon had power. Her tiny dragon had power. She just needed to get it into the cage, at least temporarily. She still doubted those bars would be able to hold it back for too long, especially now that she knew what was supposed to be in the cage. She already knew Balerion wouldn’t like being caged. She’d pointed toward it with her wand again, though.

All that accomplished was to receive another tiny jet of flames, as the dragon prowled around her desk, staying clear of the cage.Smart dragon, she thought, putting her wand away. She didn’t want it to get singed. Really, she’d rather not get singed either, but she had to get the dragon into the cage. All that was left was to sort of pen it in until the only option was to head toward the cage.

To accomplish that, she set her textbook on one side, blocking Balerion from one angle. Then she used her hand and arm, stretching it out along the other edge of her desk to block the other direction. Balerion kept prowling, occasionally letting out a huff of smoke. No more flames, thankfully, but she could tell it was irritated. She would be too in the circumstances, but there was no other option. Finally, the dragon prowled toward the cage, turning gain to shoot one final tiny jet of flames toward her as she quickly latched the door. One caged Balerion for the activity down, questions about the rest of the lesson to go.