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The usual classical music is playing in the classroom, and it can be heard floating down the corridor. The door of the Transfiguration classroom is wide open, so come on in. Professor B/York, whatever you call her, is leaning against her desk eating from a small bowl of lollies. No, you can’t have any.
The desks are arranged in the usual circle, with the same one reserved for Professor York. There is, however, no box of musical instruments. INSTEAD, on top of each desk is a random instrument, AND a small bowl of assorted lollies.
Come on in, say hello, chose your seat/instrument, and explore your small bowl of lollies. What did YOU get?
OOC: Sorry! I meant to have this started a few hours ago but zombie brain got in the way of thinking. Will hopefully start in about 22 hours or so.
OOC: Class has officially started! Just have your charrie pretend they've been here all along, unless you want IC punishments. Muahahahaha
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Originally Posted by Squishy
It was nice that she wasn't alone with that thought. She nodded when he asked if it was easy; look he did a wonderful job of it. Paulina gave him a smile and a thumbs up.
They were ready to move on to the next part and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Hmm. Fingers crossed that this would work for them because if not they wouldn't be able to finish. Not the worst thing that could happen, but Paulina still wanted to give it at least a try.
"Let's see if I can conjure the dragon." Maybe he would have better luck with his. Under her breath she muttered "Draconifors a few times before making slashing movements with her wand. Satisfied, she felt now was a good time to try out the spell for real. "Draconifors!" she called out as she slashed her wand towards her rock.
Awww, look at the small dragon! It was so cute.
Using her wand to control the dragon, Paulina sent it towards one of the pillar candles. Ugh, this was NOT easy. Hopefully it got easier with practice. She furrowed her brows slightly in concentration as she mentally steered the little creature where she wanted it to go. It collected a spark of fire in its mouth. With some more maneuvering, she managed to get the dragon to fly through the first hoop, setting it on fire. "Awesome," she said as the little dragon landed by her feet.
His turn!
Rooney watched in AWE as Paulina worked on her dragon, and even applauded for her when she did it perfectly! "WOAH!" That had been...well, it had been amazing. He was so so so in awe. With a big grin, he gave her a thumbs up and another clap. "Your dragon is so cute!" ...Were dragons supposed to be cute? Was that a thing? Cute dragons? He supposed it could be, because he knew that this one had came from a Hufflepuff and they probably couldn't make evil dragons, to be honest. He took his own wand out, practicing the incantation a few times before making a slash movement with his wand over the rock accompanied with the actual incantation. "Draconifors!" ...???
"Draconifors!!!!" More slashing and determination.
But nothing. His rock was still a rock.
He looked toward Paulina and shrugged. "You should...go again... Moving your dragon.. I'll.....try in a...in a minute...?" And hopefully get it.
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Reagan had simply been idly nomming on her lollies, taking her time in enjoying the proffered candies. What a lovely idea! Perhaps to show her gratitude, she could make Professor York some of her famous (at this point in time, since she'd been making and giving it away to everyone else) vegan peanut brittle. Everyone seemed to love it...or that's what they'd relayed to her. Obviously, people could've just been playing nice to save her feelings, but Rea tended to look on the brighter side. She enjoyed the brittle...So, why wouldn't others? It was delicious!
Mhm, that was a done deal, then.
...and she'd gotten distracted...again...
Shaking the dreamy fog from her head, Reagan sat up a bit straighter in her seat; eyes flying to the chalkboard so she could do a bit of catch up. She glanced a collection of...tongue-twisters. That's what those were called, weren't they? And some of them were rather silly...
Clearing her throat, she started out in a low mumble. She thought it'd be best to start slow...and then work her way up with speed. Like when she exercised, there had to be a warm-up first! Yay, metaphors!
"Lesser......leather......never......weathered.... ..wetter......weather......better." Reagan enunciated each word, grinning to herself at the ridiculousness of the expression. The thought of leather doing well getting wet! Hehe, water ruined leather.....NOT that she wore leather or anything. You know, ANIMALS...Gosh, she had too much internal dialogue going on during this lesson. It wasn't like her at all! "Lesser...leather...never...weathered...wetter...w eather...better. Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better. Lesser feather...LEATHER...never weathered wetter weather better. Lesserleathernether, erm, NEVER...weatheredwesser, WETTER, teathermetter."
Hahahaha, Reagan. Whut?
"Gosh, lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better!," she proclaimed to the classroom, working through her mishaps with the phrase...and the following phrases didn't fare much better on the end of her tongue. Rea had clearly given herself the giggles, which could've also been explained by the sudden overdose of sugar. It just wasn't good. As a Ravenclaw, maybe Reagan should've been appalled at herself for not being able to do this well, but...Well, one couldn't be great at everything, you know? And she had been trying her absolute best!
...and...with the 'sea shell' one, Rea had to stop abruptly as she'd almost said a swear. Ack! Right in the middle of the lesson. Merlin, THAT would've been embarrassing!
Okay, gosh. NEXT THING! Bring on the magic. She wanted to get to the magic.
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Beatrice stared at him for a few moments.
What?
Whhhaaaattttttt?
She swallowed, and tried to keep her face straight. She'd heard a bit from Airey, of course, but... but she hadn't realised just how dire the situation. A boy in a magical school not wanting to learn magic? That was like a hungry person not wanting to eat!
She gently shook her head. "Blaise," Uhhhmmmmmm... "I need you to get your wand. You will not pass your transfiguration exam without spells. Theory will not suffice." She sighed... "Can I ask why you don't want to learn magic? Has something happened?" some sort of traumatic wand experience?
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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy
Bentley knew that Blaise would eventually get in trouble for this not having his wand thing. That was why he still brought it with him to every class, because contrary to what Blaise believed, he could not learn magic without using his wand.
He sighed as he watched the back and forth before finally pulling his cousin's wand from his bag.
Walking over, he shoved it on him, like he did in charms and walked off.
"I told you, you'd get in trouble eventually."
......
Now back to his practicing.
The passive look remained as he waited for her to go on. With luck she'd let him be and he could continue on pretending as he had a mind to. Wouldn't that be grand? How much longer was the lesson anyway? He could scrape by on pretending for a little longer.
The young Gryffindor's face fell at the instructions to go get his wand but what REALLY got him was Bentley coming over and thrusting his wand at him AGAIN.
Did privacy mean nothing? Why was his cousin always going into his trunk and how could he make him stop it?? Blaise found it absolutely ridiculous how Bentley always seemed to swoop in with his wand at exactly the wrong time. "No one said I was in trouble." He mumbled back, not willing to believe his luck.
With a heavy sigh, the boy turned to the Professor again, wand now in his possession and his expression particularly dejected. "I don't want to learn because it's stupid and my wand's stupid. It doesn't do anything I tell it to and only works when it has a mind to. It's dumb. This whole thing's dumb." He was FINE without magic.
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Originally Posted by Shanners
Rooney watched in AWE as Paulina worked on her dragon, and even applauded for her when she did it perfectly! "WOAH!" That had been...well, it had been amazing. He was so so so in awe. With a big grin, he gave her a thumbs up and another clap. "Your dragon is so cute!" ...Were dragons supposed to be cute? Was that a thing? Cute dragons? He supposed it could be, because he knew that this one had came from a Hufflepuff and they probably couldn't make evil dragons, to be honest. He took his own wand out, practicing the incantation a few times before making a slash movement with his wand over the rock accompanied with the actual incantation. "Draconifors!" ...???
"Draconifors!!!!" More slashing and determination.
But nothing. His rock was still a rock.
He looked toward Paulina and shrugged. "You should...go again... Moving your dragon.. I'll.....try in a...in a minute...?" And hopefully get it.
Awww, applause. Paulina beamed at Rooney - she was sure that was his name. He was so adorable. "Thanks! I'm sure your dragon will be just as cute and fiery." He just needed to keep trying. She gave him another thumbs up. "You got this." If he really needed assistance she would be glad to help him, but she thought that he would be able to get the spell down in no time.
With a nod, Paulina pointed her wand at her dragon and set it back towards the pillar candle. It was higher this time and the flame was smaller, adding a bit to the challenge but she was having a little easier time maneuvering since she had already done it once before.
"AHA!" she said as it managed to capture some more fire in its mouth. Paulina sent it towards the next hoop and watched as it blew more flames. Two out of five hoops were lit now.
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Still trying to shake out the giggles and amusement from the previous task, Reagan suddenly stood, flapping her hands and wiggling her body so that all that nervous, yet happy, energy could drain right out. Whew, she wanted to remain happy, but the giggling was getting in the way a bit. It simply wouldn't do if she wanted to buckle down and focus on these spells.
...because that was what Transfiguration was all about. Focus. Concentration. Seriousness. Hehe, and inteeeeeeention. Reagan couldn't be thinking about how she'd almost said some pretty colorful swears or about the fact that some of her peers were doing amazingly. Even when they WEREN'T doing amazingly.
Yep, she'd just so happened to glimpse one of her favorite people, Roo-Roo-Rooney, currently working with a kindred spirit, Paulina; her friend from the Hogwarts Express and fellow vegan! Reagan believed in Rooney, did he know? That the older Ravenclaw thought he was capable of doing whatever he set his mind to? And that she adored him to actual pieces? They could hug it out later if her little friend felt down about not getting the spells right away. Hey, she was a Seventh Year and struggled with even the simplest Transfiguration spells. So...
Hehe, aaaaand she was distracted...again.
Right. FOCUS. Gosh, Penrose!
It took several moments, but Reagan worked and worked at getting her mind keen to attempt the spell. It was a simple one, not that it gave her too much hope for success. To be honest, she HAD gotten better with overall magic; still with minimal success; which was, indeed, better than zero success...but...Well, it was sketchy. Very come and go at this point. Her consistency clearly needed work.
So, with some breathing in and breathing out...general centering her mind, Rea poised her wand. It was as she would do durning morning yoga...Oh, that was a thought! Yes, she could employ more of her yoga techniques. That would surely help. "Flint-ee-FORS...Flint-ee-FORS...Flintifors." Right...and with simple motions. Pointing! and flicking! upwards. She could do it. This was doable. Reagan was doing it. Yep...she was about to......It was happening.
Okay, worm. See the matchbox. BE the matchbox. Please.
With the worm in sight, Rea pointed her wand at the small creature, eyes squinted with her intention. "Flintifors!"...naturally accompanied by the motions, pointing! and flicking! upwards very acutely. She dared to believe it had been a success...
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Originally Posted by Squishy
Awww, applause. Paulina beamed at Rooney - she was sure that was his name. He was so adorable. "Thanks! I'm sure your dragon will be just as cute and fiery." He just needed to keep trying. She gave him another thumbs up. "You got this." If he really needed assistance she would be glad to help him, but she thought that he would be able to get the spell down in no time.
With a nod, Paulina pointed her wand at her dragon and set it back towards the pillar candle. It was higher this time and the flame was smaller, adding a bit to the challenge but she was having a little easier time maneuvering since she had already done it once before.
"AHA!" she said as it managed to capture some more fire in its mouth. Paulina sent it towards the next hoop and watched as it blew more flames. Two out of five hoops were lit now.
For just a moment, he felt completely useless, but at the sight of Miss Reagan he found a little bit of a smile and gave her a wave. He had a few questions for her later, because she was one of the only people he knew here that was a girl and wasn't Miss Sophie Brown or Miss Charlotte. Well..he knew Miss Marsha, but it would be weird to ask Miss Marsha things about things. Because Miss Marsha probably didn't know the answers but Miss Reagan SO would. He was sure of it. She just looked like the type of person who would KNOW.
He quietly thanked Paulina for being SO patient with him, deciding to try again once she finished having her dragon light the second of their five hoops.
He took a deep breath, and steadied his wand hand as he thought about all that he wanted this to do. To turn this rock into a dragon. He slashed, and spoke. "Draconifors!!!" AND THERE IT WAS. OH WOW. HIS DRAGON. HE HAD -- HE HAD DONE IT, DARN! "I did it! I did it! I DID IT!!!" However, he lost all focus right then and...well, he totally lost his dragon and ended up frowning. That hadn't been exactly what he wanted to happen, no where near it actually. BUT never fear.. He would try again.
"Draconifors!" And sure enough, there was his dragon again. He felt bad that he hadn't acknowledged his partner in a few seconds, but thought that she wouldn't mind given the situation of him already KILLING his dragon once. With all complete attention on his movement, Rooney slowly -- very slowly, actually -- guided his dragon up and up towards the candle he needed to get fire from. Once his dragon was fully fired up, (hehehehe) he continued to slowly guide it toward the next rope circle, the one that was very low and got it to breaaaattttheeee it's fire onto it. HE'D DONE THAT TOO. WOAH.
He thought that maybe it would be a little bit harder to collect the fire a second time with his dragon, but took his dragon back over there with complete determination to get this right. He'd only tried once and he didn't want that to be the only try he had had. With new fire, after a good minute or so of trying to get his dragon to get it, he guided it far to the left and up to the rope circle furthest away from he and Paulina. Burn rope, burn!!!
"Do you want to light the last one, Miss Paulina?"
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AHA!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
DID EVERYONE SEE?!!?!?
She, Reagan Penrose, had...SUCCESSFULLY transformed her worm into a matchbox. ON THE FIRST TRY! In fact, just in case Professor York hadn't seen, she raised the smaller object up in her hand, flashing it around in her excitement! And, though Rea wasn't the wishy-washy sort, her eyes misted slightly due to her happiness at finally performing a proper Transfiguration spell. Ugh. OH, happy days!
Hahaha, and what was both funny, alarming, AND sad...was that her happiness plummeted at the sight of the final task. Perhaps it was her eyes playing nasty tricks, but the instructions seemed much more...extensive...than she personally felt comfortable with. For example, she'd just performed a very basic Transfig spell...and that in itself had been surprising. All that was required for...this next bit...Gosh, Reagan felt herself shrinking under the weight of the chalk-written words. Two deep pink blush spots had taken up residence on her cheeks, and her hands darted up to rub them...hoping to lessen her trepidation.
Needless to say...it wasn't working.
This seemed very advanced and Reagan was still getting comfy with the simpler spells. And try as she might, there was some mild panic brewing within. She felt aghast (mostly at HERSELF) because of it, too. Intimidation. Reagans weren't made for it...and it wasn't a good look on her. She was meant to be smiling, bouncing around excitedly, and encouraging others. Yes...she thought shakily. That...That would make her feel slightly better. She'd just...encourage her peers for a bit. If there was time left...later...she'd...uh...
Uh.
Cheeks properly flushed, Reagan tried to focus on getting the ropes figured out. However...it was just a fail. Her hands shook (nearly as much as her voice) when she attempted the spell. And it was even more disappointing, because Rea so DESPERATELY wanted to get this right; the subject, you know? She had BIG DREAMS about being an Animagus. BIG DREAMS...and this setback...Well, it was starting to eat at her. She'd been working and working at it, but the success was slow to come. And with this task...Rea had clearly allowed her emotions to be overwhelmed.
That never happened.
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Originally Posted by Shanners
For just a moment, he felt completely useless, but at the sight of Miss Reagan he found a little bit of a smile and gave her a wave. He had a few questions for her later, because she was one of the only people he knew here that was a girl and wasn't Miss Sophie Brown or Miss Charlotte. Well..he knew Miss Marsha, but it would be weird to ask Miss Marsha things about things. Because Miss Marsha probably didn't know the answers but Miss Reagan SO would. He was sure of it. She just looked like the type of person who would KNOW.
He quietly thanked Paulina for being SO patient with him, deciding to try again once she finished having her dragon light the second of their five hoops.
He took a deep breath, and steadied his wand hand as he thought about all that he wanted this to do. To turn this rock into a dragon. He slashed, and spoke. "Draconifors!!!" AND THERE IT WAS. OH WOW. HIS DRAGON. HE HAD -- HE HAD DONE IT, DARN! "I did it! I did it! I DID IT!!!" However, he lost all focus right then and...well, he totally lost his dragon and ended up frowning. That hadn't been exactly what he wanted to happen, no where near it actually. BUT never fear.. He would try again.
"Draconifors!" And sure enough, there was his dragon again. He felt bad that he hadn't acknowledged his partner in a few seconds, but thought that she wouldn't mind given the situation of him already KILLING his dragon once. With all complete attention on his movement, Rooney slowly -- very slowly, actually -- guided his dragon up and up towards the candle he needed to get fire from. Once his dragon was fully fired up, (hehehehe) he continued to slowly guide it toward the next rope circle, the one that was very low and got it to breaaaattttheeee it's fire onto it. HE'D DONE THAT TOO. WOAH.
He thought that maybe it would be a little bit harder to collect the fire a second time with his dragon, but took his dragon back over there with complete determination to get this right. He'd only tried once and he didn't want that to be the only try he had had. With new fire, after a good minute or so of trying to get his dragon to get it, he guided it far to the left and up to the rope circle furthest away from he and Paulina. Burn rope, burn!!!
"Do you want to light the last one, Miss Paulina?"
"Good job! Paulina said just before the dragon disappeared.
Oh. He had probably lost focus.
No matter, because moments later he had managed the spell once more and made it stick this time. All he needed to do was catch a flame and set one of the rope circles on fire.
Patiently Paulina watched him work, and he was doing a good job of it. Professor York had added extra challenges to the activity but they were getting through it rather quickly; a lot faster than she had originally thought they would. "Wonderful," she said after he managed to get the fourth rope lit. "Sure thing!"
She had this.
Slowly she brought her dragon over to the pillar candle. It was higher than ever so it took longer than it had the other times, but she managed it in the end. The dragon caught the small flame in its mouth and Paulina sent it to the last hoop.
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Rooney was so very much incredibly pleased with himself for even managing to transfigured his rock into a dragon, let ALONE control it and have it light two of their five rope circles. He was very thankful for his partner being so patient with him and when she had her dragon light the final rope, he gave her a smile! Nothing too extreme, because he was still in control of his own dragon and did not want it to do anything it shouldn't.
And just so that it couldn't do that, he helped it slowly down into his palm, smiled because it was just incredible magic...and he had done it...and cast a firm "finite!" returning his dragon into the rock it had been previously. And that was that. Did he need to put out the fires? He wasn't actually sure about that, so he gave Paulina a few questioning looks, but wouldn't actually speak until she had finished up with her dragon.
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Alright, now Davie had to transform something into a dragon. What were they supposed to use, rocks? Psh. Using worms again would be way cooler, but Davie was dedicated to following directions, so he picked up his assigned rock. Returning to his desk, he again re-read the spell. Dra-con-ee-fors was the spell; DRA-CON-EE-FORS. Right. "Draconifors," he repeated under his breath, getting ready and focusing on turning the rock into a brightly colored, flying dragon.
Davie slashed his wand at the worm and cast, "Draconifors!" His eyes widened as the worm proceeded to grow a little bit, sprout wings, and then even a little tongue of fiiiiiyah. "Excelllllllent!" he patted the tiny dragon on its head. It was small but mighty, or so he was telling himself.
Okay so neeeeext he had to get the dragon going through the hoops, yes? "Come on, little guy, here we go!" Davie sent the dragon up, directing him with his wand, to the first candle. He beamed as the dragon got a bit of flame and successfully caught the first big loop on fire. HUZZZZZAH. Alright. One down, four to go!
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Activity 3: Post 2 [ *apologizes for the sudden sad!Rea* ]
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Okay, so...Reagan wasn't about giving up (EVER!), but...as a Ravenclaw, she understood that sometimes it was best to take a step back and reassess the approach. She recognized that she was getting tremendously upset about this failure. It wasn't embarrassment just to be clear - Rea rarely got embarrassed if something didn't work out publically - but her spirit was most definitely taking a hit.
WHY she was allowing herself to feel this way, the Ravenclaw couldn't have explained it. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd been overworking herself, studying for NEWTs. Or maybe it was all the extracurriculars she'd personally taken on...but she did suddenly feel very tired. Exhausted and upset, which was strange. Did it make sense for someone's spirit to be exhausted?
.....or maybe she was just due for her dose of angst. Oh, yes. That was definitely a thing in Ravenclaw House. The Claw!angst bit them all at one point or another.
Feeling rather deflated from her own sticken emotions, as well as everything else, her attempts at performing the Transfiguration spells became less and less focused and centered. More erratic, one could say. But not in a helpful, POWERFUL!BURST!OF!MAGIC! type of way. One could probably tell just by glancing in her direction that her heart simply wasn't in this anymore. Not for today, at least. If there were any embarrassment to be had, it was due to her sudden emotional redraw. It simply wasn't like her.
Unlike her peers, Rea simply needed more time.
...and tea. Tea fixed everything. Perhaps...Professor York would supply them with that next time...and then she could sip her tea and really center herself.
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As her dragon returned to her, Paulina followed Rooney's lead. Casting a simple "finite," she reverted it back to a rock. Too bad because it was so cute, but she could try it out again later maybe.
Adi and Benny must have loved this activity.
"I think we are supposed to leave the ropes lit," she said as she looked up at them. Maybe it was better to be safe than sorry and how else was Professor York supposed to judge their work. "It was nice working with you." He was friendly and they had done a good job. It would be awesome to team up again at some point.
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Woohoo! Moving on to the second rope hoop. You'd think the kids in here, all of whom had flaming rope circles hovering above them, would be spread out a little more. But anyway, Davie guided his cute little dragon on to his next hoop... er, to the candle rather... and THEN to his hoop.
Flying through.... flying through... WOOOOOO! Nailed it! The second hoop was on FIYAH! And now he was going for the third hoop. Awesome. Davie again guided his dragon to the candle, and then up, up and through the third hoop. Whew. Okay. From here, it was going to get significantly harder because the hoops were getting significantly smaller. Maybe it was a good thing that he'd been able to only transfigure a small dragon!
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SPOILER!!: Mr and Mr Bellaire
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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy
Bentley knew that Blaise would eventually get in trouble for this not having his wand thing. That was why he still brought it with him to every class, because contrary to what Blaise believed, he could not learn magic without using his wand.
He sighed as he watched the back and forth before finally pulling his cousin's wand from his bag.
Walking over, he shoved it on him, like he did in charms and walked off.
"I told you, you'd get in trouble eventually."
......
Now back to his practicing.
So the professor wanted them to be purposely sloppy right? Bentley got himself a worn and put the worm on his desk...right..got that part. Now he was suppose to focus on something else?.....okaaaay..... Bentley also did that...he thought about rain water sliding off banana leaves... and "Flintifors!"...half worm.half matchbox....wow..he reeeally wished he had his camera for this. HAhahaha so funny...
Anyways...
He cleared his throat and focused. Had to do it right this time...worm to matchbox...worm to matchbox..point and upward flick.
"Flintifors!"Voila...easy peasy, chicken squeasy. Grandma Bellaire would be proud....or not...these were your everday spells he was doing.
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The passive look remained as he waited for her to go on. With luck she'd let him be and he could continue on pretending as he had a mind to. Wouldn't that be grand? How much longer was the lesson anyway? He could scrape by on pretending for a little longer.
The young Gryffindor's face fell at the instructions to go get his wand but what REALLY got him was Bentley coming over and thrusting his wand at him AGAIN.
Did privacy mean nothing? Why was his cousin always going into his trunk and how could he make him stop it?? Blaise found it absolutely ridiculous how Bentley always seemed to swoop in with his wand at exactly the wrong time. "No one said I was in trouble." He mumbled back, not willing to believe his luck.
With a heavy sigh, the boy turned to the Professor again, wand now in his possession and his expression particularly dejected. "I don't want to learn because it's stupid and my wand's stupid. It doesn't do anything I tell it to and only works when it has a mind to. It's dumb. This whole thing's dumb." He was FINE without magic.
Oh, and there was a wand. In fact, it seemed that the wand Bentley had given Blaise was... Blaise's own wand! "Well, you have a wand now," she said, though that wasn't really the problem, was it? No. She was very pleased with Bentley's wand work, but had thought praising him in front of his cousin would be a bit of a slap in the face. But she gave him a subtle and approving nod, anyway.
"Well... did you get your wand from Ollivanders?" How odd that the wand wouldn't do what it was instructed to. "Perhaps you just need to spend some quality time with it. Get to know it a little. All wands surprise us in some way or another. Perhaps the fact you find your wand so difficult to use now is an indication that it will be at its most powerful when you come into your magic a little more. More practice." What on earth was going on with his wand that he was turned off of magic so much?
But sigh, class was almost over. "Blaise I'd very much like for you to visit me in my office this week. WITH your wand. I don't want to see you struggle with your wand, and I'd like to help you get to know its strengths and weaknesses. You're at Hogwarts for a reason, young man."
SPOILER!!: Reagan <3
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AHA!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
DID EVERYONE SEE?!!?!?
She, Reagan Penrose, had...SUCCESSFULLY transformed her worm into a matchbox. ON THE FIRST TRY! In fact, just in case Professor York hadn't seen, she raised the smaller object up in her hand, flashing it around in her excitement! And, though Rea wasn't the wishy-washy sort, her eyes misted slightly due to her happiness at finally performing a proper Transfiguration spell. Ugh. OH, happy days!
Hahaha, and what was both funny, alarming, AND sad...was that her happiness plummeted at the sight of the final task. Perhaps it was her eyes playing nasty tricks, but the instructions seemed much more...extensive...than she personally felt comfortable with. For example, she'd just performed a very basic Transfig spell...and that in itself had been surprising. All that was required for...this next bit...Gosh, Reagan felt herself shrinking under the weight of the chalk-written words. Two deep pink blush spots had taken up residence on her cheeks, and her hands darted up to rub them...hoping to lessen her trepidation.
Needless to say...it wasn't working.
This seemed very advanced and Reagan was still getting comfy with the simpler spells. And try as she might, there was some mild panic brewing within. She felt aghast (mostly at HERSELF) because of it, too. Intimidation. Reagans weren't made for it...and it wasn't a good look on her. She was meant to be smiling, bouncing around excitedly, and encouraging others. Yes...she thought shakily. That...That would make her feel slightly better. She'd just...encourage her peers for a bit. If there was time left...later...she'd...uh...
Uh.
Cheeks properly flushed, Reagan tried to focus on getting the ropes figured out. However...it was just a fail. Her hands shook (nearly as much as her voice) when she attempted the spell. And it was even more disappointing, because Rea so DESPERATELY wanted to get this right; the subject, you know? She had BIG DREAMS about being an Animagus. BIG DREAMS...and this setback...Well, it was starting to eat at her. She'd been working and working at it, but the success was slow to come. And with this task...Rea had clearly allowed her emotions to be overwhelmed.
That never happened.
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Okay, so...Reagan wasn't about giving up (EVER!), but...as a Ravenclaw, she understood that sometimes it was best to take a step back and reassess the approach. She recognized that she was getting tremendously upset about this failure. It wasn't embarrassment just to be clear - Rea rarely got embarrassed if something didn't work out publically - but her spirit was most definitely taking a hit.
WHY she was allowing herself to feel this way, the Ravenclaw couldn't have explained it. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd been overworking herself, studying for NEWTs. Or maybe it was all the extracurriculars she'd personally taken on...but she did suddenly feel very tired. Exhausted and upset, which was strange. Did it make sense for someone's spirit to be exhausted?
.....or maybe she was just due for her dose of angst. Oh, yes. That was definitely a thing in Ravenclaw House. The Claw!angst bit them all at one point or another.
Feeling rather deflated from her own sticken emotions, as well as everything else, her attempts at performing the Transfiguration spells became less and less focused and centered. More erratic, one could say. But not in a helpful, POWERFUL!BURST!OF!MAGIC! type of way. One could probably tell just by glancing in her direction that her heart simply wasn't in this anymore. Not for today, at least. If there were any embarrassment to be had, it was due to her sudden emotional redraw. It simply wasn't like her.
Unlike her peers, Rea simply needed more time.
...and tea. Tea fixed everything. Perhaps...Professor York would supply them with that next time...and then she could sip her tea and really center herself.
Looking over at the perfect time, Beatrice saw the triumph on Reagan's face as she transfigured her wand into a matchbox. "Well done Reagan!" Beatrice said, big smile on her face.
But wait....
WHAT WAS HAPPENING?
Beatrice headed straight over to Reagan, who seemed to be... in some sort of inner turmoil. "Would... would you like to come and see me later? A chat and perhaps a little bit of practice?" she asked gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Okay everyone," she boomed out, clapping a different rhythm. "Class is now finished, and I'm sure you're all just dying to get to your next class," or study period, or lunch, whatever they were due for next. "If you could place your worms or matchboxes back in the containers, I can untransfigure them soon. Everything else you can either cast finite on them, or I can when you all leave. You all did wonderful jobs today," even a certain person who didn't bring their wand. Turning up was a triumph right now. "I'll post homework later today! Any questions, please see me in my office or if you have any quick questions I'm happy to answer them now." And with that, she started to pack away the instruments. The muggle way, of course. "Oh, and please take your lollies if you wish." Yes, they were THEIR lollies.
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Two more hoops. "Come on girl... you've got this!" Davie cheered on his wittle dragon. Leaning forward, he directed the dragon up, up, UP and through the fourth hoop, and then on to the fifth. The little thing was weaving now, probably because he was getting tired of all this anxious tiptoing and leaning and maintaining magical hoops AND a dragon. BUT STILL, Davie guided his little dragon to the candle, to the fifth hoop to light it UP, and then THROUGH THE HOOP.
"WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!" the first year cheered, a bit quietly, a bit not so quietly, as he succeeded at the task. He let his dragon coast back to the desk, and then after petting it briefly, cast, "Finite!" on it. Davie was very familiar with that spell nowadays. Sure, he was sad to see Darla the Dragon go, but transfiguring that rock had given him a great idea....
Anyway, it was time to clean up and go. Davie cast finite on the hoops and the fire ropes too, and then cleaned everything up. He packed up his bag and his lollies before depositing the rock and the matchbox and the other materials by the professor on his way out.
"Thanks for the lollies, Miss!" he called out cheerfully as he headed out. "Bye!" Good lesson. Davie LIKED transfiguration. He got it.
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Oh, and there was a wand. In fact, it seemed that the wand Bentley had given Blaise was... Blaise's own wand! "Well, you have a wand now," she said, though that wasn't really the problem, was it? No. She was very pleased with Bentley's wand work, but had thought praising him in front of his cousin would be a bit of a slap in the face. But she gave him a subtle and approving nod, anyway.
"Well... did you get your wand from Ollivanders?" How odd that the wand wouldn't do what it was instructed to. "Perhaps you just need to spend some quality time with it. Get to know it a little. All wands surprise us in some way or another. Perhaps the fact you find your wand so difficult to use now is an indication that it will be at its most powerful when you come into your magic a little more. More practice." What on earth was going on with his wand that he was turned off of magic so much?
But sigh, class was almost over. "Blaise I'd very much like for you to visit me in my office this week. WITH your wand. I don't want to see you struggle with your wand, and I'd like to help you get to know its strengths and weaknesses. You're at Hogwarts for a reason, young man."
Having been looking at the Professor, he caught the nod she'd sent at his cousin but it took him an extra second to realize it wasn't her usual verbal praise like she'd been giving out all lesson. Was it because of him? Was it? There was nothing to stop the subtle feeling he was being patronized. Blaise looked down at his wand again, newly reminded it was in his possession. It...didn't feel like his, no matter which way he held or turned it, it just felt like a piece of wood in his hand.
Why did everyone keep asking that? As if Ollivander's couldn't give away one shoddy wand every now and then, Merlin! The little boy gave a nod of confirmation that it was where he'd gotten his wand. "It's no use." All that bonding and such. "She just doesn't like me. You know how hard it is to change a woman's mind." A direct quote from his father right there, one he was told not to tell his mother about. "It attacked me in the shop, there was lightning and everything but the lady said I should keep it anyway." He HAD asked for another but she insisted he give it another try then take it home. WELL, he wanted to take it BACK. If they didn't accept returns he would break the bloody thing himself.
Aw man, he had to go to her office TOO??? This was why he skipped class. This would never have happened if he wasn't here. The boy sighed heavily and muttered his confirmation that he'd be there before turning to grab his things. Stupid wand got him in trouble even when he wasn't using it. Honestly!
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The lesson was complete and Hady was just finishing the activity. Nice timing Professor. With her dragon already transfigured back into it's rock form she knelt down and picked it up. A wave of her wand and a spoken "finite" was used to cancel out the reminder of the spell.
Returning the rock and matchbox to the Professors desk she was finished. "Great lesson Professor, thanks!" she called over her shoulder with a wave as she grabbed up her bag and headed out of the room towards her dorm.
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"Thanks for the lollies, Miss!" he called out cheerfully as he headed out. "Bye!" Good lesson. Davie LIKED transfiguration. He got it.
Beatrice chuckled at Davie as he said goodbye. "See you, Davie, enjoy the rest of your day!"
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Having been looking at the Professor, he caught the nod she'd sent at his cousin but it took him an extra second to realize it wasn't her usual verbal praise like she'd been giving out all lesson. Was it because of him? Was it? There was nothing to stop the subtle feeling he was being patronized. Blaise looked down at his wand again, newly reminded it was in his possession. It...didn't feel like his, no matter which way he held or turned it, it just felt like a piece of wood in his hand.
Why did everyone keep asking that? As if Ollivander's couldn't give away one shoddy wand every now and then, Merlin! The little boy gave a nod of confirmation that it was where he'd gotten his wand. "It's no use." All that bonding and such. "She just doesn't like me. You know how hard it is to change a woman's mind." A direct quote from his father right there, one he was told not to tell his mother about. "It attacked me in the shop, there was lightning and everything but the lady said I should keep it anyway." He HAD asked for another but she insisted he give it another try then take it home. WELL, he wanted to take it BACK. If they didn't accept returns he would break the bloody thing himself.
Aw man, he had to go to her office TOO??? This was why he skipped class. This would never have happened if he wasn't here. The boy sighed heavily and muttered his confirmation that he'd be there before turning to grab his things. Stupid wand got him in trouble even when he wasn't using it. Honestly!
The frown creases on her forehead were unlikely to disappear whilst the lad was there with her. There was just something very upsetting about the whole thing. How could someone give the lad a faulty wand? But it didn't seem as if he was having any luck. At all. Which was very worrying. But it was time to go, and Beatrice wanted to get to the bottom of this story. She would have that wand perform a transfiguration spell if it was the last thing she did.
She sighed and watched the others leave. "Blaise you had better go off to your next class. I do really want to speak to you more about this. I only want to help, okay?" So, it's not like she was going to yell at him or deduct points. Merlin, no.
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And with the last of the students gone, Beatrice closed the door and with the wave of her wand, all remaining traces of the class had disappeared and the classroom was back to its normal layout.
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