Transfiguration was a subject Ariadne didn't think she knew too much about. She'd grown up around Potions and Herbology, but Transfiguration? Not so much. She knew this professor expected greatness, though, so greatness she would give! Hopefully. She was kind of bouncing in her usual excitement as she walked down the corridor, but she stopped and made a huge attempt to act cool, calm, and collected as she walked in the door.

"Hello, Professor!" she greeted. Ohh, pretty tapestries! Ariadne paused to look at them and notice how super cool they looked. "I like your tapestry of the woman and the fox!" Was that...a fox? Ariadne couldn't tell, since the picture was more like a shadow. Whatever it was, it was still AWESOME, and she thought the professor should know that.

Before moving on and finding a seat, Ariadne read the blackboard, too. An Unfamiliar Familiar? Ohh, SHIFTY! She didn't know what that meant and knew she'd find out soon, so she got out of the way of everybody else coming in and went to find a seat. Everything was so neat and tidy in here. She was almost scared to move. Almost.

It was quite early but this hadn't bother Rachel. She had woken up earlier than usual, anyway, because she had had a nightmare where her and Haddie never spoke to each other again. It had bothered her so much that she didn't dare drift off again should the nightmare return.

She now made her way to the Transfiguration classroom after ensuring that she was properly dressed. She wasn't a messy dresser but Professor Ichihara was very particular about their uniform. "Hello, Professor,'' Rachel greeted when she arrived at the tidy classroom.

She made her way to a seat somewhere in the middle of the room, her dark brown eyes fixated on the tapestries. Was that Chinese or Japanese writing? Where was Jace? He would know the difference.

Tummy full from breakfast, Lucy found her way to Transfiguration.

"Morning!" she said to Professor Ichihara as she made her way to her seat. She noticed the tapestries but, no, she had no idea what they might be suggesting. She just pulled out her parchment, dated it, and copied what was on the board as her title.

Kaycee entered the transfiguration class. She tilted her head as she glanced at the tapestries on the wall. They looked some sort of Asian. Which, really, wasn't much of a surprise. She was curious, however, if they were just there for fun or for the lesson.

"Hello Professor." she greeted as she passed. She then found an empty desk and took a seat.

Transfiguratiiiioooon. Such a horrible time to be awake for such an interesting class. The professor was interesting but her tidiness bugged him a lot. There was normal clean and then there was Ichihara clean. Or, at least, that's how it had seemed to Oliver.

The fourth year dragged himself up the steps from the dungeons, trying not to trip every time he had to yawn. He reeaally really hoped today's class would be ending early. He had stayed up late with Kali the night before and while he loved it at the time, he was regretting it today. At least after this class, he knew he could go back to his dorm to nap. There was nothing wrong with skipping class...again.

Making his way into the classroom, he mumbled a good morning to the professor and made his way to his desk. Good thing about showing up early? Napping before class started. And Oliver dropped his head on his desk as soon as he sat and fell asleep almost immediately.

As a first year.. and a second year... merlin, even up into his third year, Thornton Baines had been lousy at his spellwork classes. But then he'd linked his charms work to his musical interests and it became easier. And then his father had insisted on dueling club, which had honed his focus and had meant inordinate amounts of practice with his wand. And so now, in his OWL year, Thornton was ready to take Transfiguration by storm. He found it fascinating and Professor Ichihara, well... her poise, precision and professionalism was something that the Baines family could get behind. Truthfully, Thornton thought she rather reminded him of home.

Entering the room, Thornton nodded toward the professor. "Good morning, Professor Ichihara." Slipping into his usual seat in the center - near enough to stay focused, far enough back to see enough of the other students to keep an eye out - Thornton smiled before setting about the business of arranging his text, parchment and quills.

Everything had to be just so.

Hadley Denaker danced into the classroom to the song that had been stuck in her head all throughout breakfast. That is until she realized how early she was. Hardly anyone was here, which meant she could pick whatever seat she wanted.

Since she had her choice, she tried out various spots. First she tried the one by the door, but eh... So she tried one in the middle. It had a bump in the middle that dug into her back (And it was too close to a certain someone who shall remain nameless). A little off to the left. That one was fine, but what about over on the right? She moved all the way to the far right and sat down.

It was good. But was it better than the last seat? Only one way to find out. She got up and wandered over to the seat she was in before. Hmmm, maybe... no. Nope, the that last one was definitely better. Haddie got up again and made her way back to the seat on the far right and sat down.

Yep, definitely this one.

"Hey, Professor." Haddie gave Professor Ichihara an exuberant wave. She really, really loved Transfiguration, and was actually quite good at it. Part of that might have been because of Kira, her wand. But it definitely was her best subject. "I'm already on my second read through of Animagi Among Us," she informed the Professor with the same smile she always had when she did; the one that seemed to say, I'm going to be your animagus student next year. It was something she'd remained unwaveringly confident about.

Unlike many of his classmates, Sam was an early-riser and found no trouble waking up in time for this morning's lesson. In fact, he'd woken up with enough time to play half a match of wizard's chess with an odd second-year after breakfast.

Given that his bag was rather full, he walked into the classroom with his textbook and several sheets of parchment tucked neatly beneath his arm. His eyes took in the large tapestries hung in the room. Interesting, yes. But.... whoa.

Whoa.

Those tapestries were nothing in comparison to her. His professor. She was like, the most beautiful girl he'd laid eyes on! Or, er, woman, he supposed. In fact, he was so caught off guard by his own ogling that he bumped straight into the nearest desk and dropped all his papers onto the floor. Yeah, that managed to give him a hard jerk back to reality. His cheeks warming, he quickly bent down to haphazardly gather them into his arms. Yeah, well, given that this desk would save him the embarrassment of walking across the room to a different one, he'd stick with this one. The Gryffindor took a seat and cast one more furtive glance at their professor, completely unaware that he'd just sat next to the girl he'd kind of met on the train.

Azura walked into the class and smiled at the professor. "Good morning Professor." She said with a smile, despite the early hour she was up and awake, her purple eyes were shining happily. She was excited!

She smiled as she saw Rachel and Haddie

She waved at them both and then sat down in a seat and looked around...

Transfiguration was one of the classes Olivia was striving to do especially well in. It was her mother's chosen and beloved field and she wanted to make the woman proud. Besides it being a cool subject on its own. So far so good for the firstie Ravenclaw, she just had to get used to the earlier hours. Which was why she way have been walking just a tad slower towards the classroom then for other classes.

Nevertheless, she arrived before they were to begin, her uniform neat since that was precisely the way Professor Ichihara liked most things. Speaking of which, the woman was standing before he desk waiting on them to settle in. "Good morning, Professor," she greeted with a polite nod of her head. She then moved to find a empty seat and sat down to ready her supplies as she took in the room better.

Interesting tapestries...and mention of familiars.

Could be cool indeed.

Amur wasn't really sure what she thought about Transfiguration. So far, since the Quigley-Bellaire wars there hadn't been anything quite as exciting as the dragons they had created. Granted, that class was a mixture of charms AND transfiguration, but still. DRAGONS.

Yet there was always hope for the fourth year. Hope that she might learn another gem of a spell or information that would aid her in the weird walk that was her life. Unfortunately, said weird walk involved getting up at unkind hours of the morning to get to class on time.

Due to such an event, Amur ambled into the class still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. The Professor got a wave of sorts and a mumbled "Mornin' ma'am". Her desk got the grace of her backpack, which meant that she had to stare and blink at it several times to remind herself NOT to put her head down on it and fall asleep.

She was waking up. Slooooooooowllllyyy.

Yaaaaawn.

It was so EARLY.

Why did Transfiguration ALWAYS have to take place at a time when her brain wasn't fully awake?

At least Esme had made sure that she was looking as immaculate as possible because she did not want to get into trouble. At least this was an interesting subject. If she had to be dragged out of bed early in the morning, it was better if it was for a good cause.

"Good morning, Professor," she said as she stepped inside the classroom. Seemed that she wasn't the only one who was tired, because Oliver appeared to be asleep. Amused, she took the seat beside him and began to tickle his side.

That should wake him up.

Tenacius turned into the doorway and waved the pretty Professor hello "Hey there Professor Chi-- Ichiara!" He's got to remember not to blurt out his nickname for her. Although he did find it rather cute. Much like her hehe.

But then he caught sight of the wall art and bounded to have a closer look. "Cool!" he breathed as he took in the detail. "Are there more Professor? Are they those multi-paneled things that tell a story?" he loves those.

And then he saw the board. Huh.... "Oxymorons... " Wait was this grammar class? But its transfiguration class "We'll be transfiguring morons into oxen?"

It was an early class, but Penelope did not mind waking up for morning lessons. While reading a book about animagi, Penelope walked into the classroom. Closing the book, she looked up to greet the professor. "Good morning, Professor Ichihara." Penelope found a seat next to Thornton, who was the other Ravenclaw prefect. She looked up at the blackboard, and then at the tapestries, wondering what the topic of today's lesson would be. Taking out everything she would need to take notes, Penelope prepared for the start of the lesson.

Transfiguration was officially Carl's favorite subject. It was just so magical - turning the form of an object into something else. Not that he had managed to do much transfiguring in his few months at Hogwarts. The best he had done was to turn a match into a needle. He had almost jumped off the Common Room couch out of excitement then. Grinning at the memory, he walked through the door of the classroom.

"Good morning, Professor Ichihara!" Carl said. He hoped he looked presentable beacuse he definitely did not want to be known as a slacker. Not in this class, anyway. On his way to find a seat, he noticed the tapestries hung around the room. Cool! He was not sure if they were for the lesson or for decoration.

The words on the board were even more confusing. 'An unfamiliar familiar' ... What did that mean? Puzzled, he made his way to his desk.

The Head Boy was an early riser normally but lately he wished they had classes later on the day. He had been stressed out for a few days now and although he had gotten a good night of sleep he still looked a bit tired.

He wasn't voicing his feelings though as the harsh, truthful words of Professor Jerkface Draper kept sounding in his mind. No whining. He would show everyone he wasn't a whiner!

The first thing he noticed when entering the classroom were the tapestries. He looked at them for just a second before he walked further in to the classroom.

"Good morning Professor" he greeted her with a smile. He then turned to find a place to sit.

Henric stared at his reflection on the mirror he brought with him.

Hair checked!

...Teeth checked.

He blew his breath into his cupped hands as he looked around the hallway.

...............

Breath checked.

Attire checked.

Ear studs....oh no...he should take them out!

OK. DONE!

He quickly put away his mirror back into his satchel and stepped into the classroom. His first stop, greeting the professor with his amazing smile. "Good morning, Professor Ichihara. Hope you're doing well today. Lovely tapestries." He complimented, pointing up but his gaze remained fixed to his pretty professor.

Right! He should go now and take a seat. Henric rushed for the one available at the very front of the class before any of the younger years got to it. He promptly set his bag on the table. "Yes... move along now, buddy...the seat is taken." He thought.

HMMMMMM. It was a good thing he'd arrived a little bit early today. The small Slytherin had entered the classroom rather quietly, dropped his bag off at the seat he usually occupied near the front so he could see everything, and then with a small, sleepy wave to the professor... he'd gotten extremely distracted by the tapestries. Jaemin had developed a distinct disability when it came to ignoring things hanging on the walls, whether they be pictures or portraits or tapestries - while he was still rather wary of portraits generally, he was extremely not worried by tapestries, and in fact, fascinated by them. Especially since they weren't normally in this room.

Unfamiliar Familiars and tapestries. The small boy yawned and wondered what the connection was as he stared up at one.

Mornings regularly bothered Brooklyn, but she’d gotten rather skilled at hiding it. She didn’t like showing weakness, and it was easy enough to disguise any vestiges of exhaustion by her normal demeanor when she entered any lesson. Looking calm and regal, and she’d held her head high as she’d walked into Transfiguration. Professor Ichihara wasn’t Professor Bellaire in any way, but she was willing to give the woman the benefit of the doubt. Besides, the rule about looking put together at least reminded her of her favorite professor a little.

The faintest of glances was made at the tapestries lining the walls as she made her way to a seat, instead keeping most of her attention of the professor. “Good morning Professor Ichihara,” she said, giving the woman a polite smile. She wasn’t about to drop her plans for how to deal with the professors now, even if they kept hanging on her. It just meant more people she could convince of her value.

Janelle arrived at the Transfiguration classroom and boy was it early. She didn't really mind though because she was wide awake and ready to go. Transfiguration tended to be a bit challenging for Janelle at times, but she had been reading and practicing. Hopefully things would go well today. She was thinking positively.

As she entered the room, Janelle looked around at the tapestries that adorned the walls. "Good Morning Professor Ichihara", she said cheerfully. Then she saw the sign on the board. Hmmmmm. Curiosity piqued, Janelle found a seat and prepared for class to begin.

Transfiguration!

It was very quickly becoming one of Hady's top lessons. Seriously it ranked right up there now neck and neck with CoMC and Charms. So much so that she didn't even care how early it was. Wide awake, showered and neatly dressed in the proper attire she was right on time this morning even having had time for a bit of breakfast and some coffee.

Entering the room quietly the fifth year glanced around taking notice to each and ever tapestry that hung about the room, silently reading them as she passed. "Morning, Professor," Hady greeted warmly with her usual grin and a small nod of her head. Each one of her fellow peers also got a nod or a small smile in greeting as she sat down in her seat. Quietly she took out her supplies, parchment, quill, textbook and laid them out before her on the desk.

Ready.

T_________________T

He wanted to leave.

It had been the perfect plan. An early class like this one, all he had to do was hide out in his Common Room when everyone left. With the snacks he'd taken from the kitchen late the night before, he was okay with skipping breakfast in the Great Hall completely but then Professor Airey Flamsteed happened.

The man just HAD to uncover him in his hiding spot and ORDER him to class. Oh no, it didn't stop there. If Professor Airey had simply sent him off, Blaise would have ended up on the grounds or in the bathrooms. A point the Professor no doubt already figured considering he'd FOLLOWED HIM on the way over. Blaise flopped into a seat, one he wasn't sure was taken or not given he'd never been to a single Transfiguration class since the term started. No looking around, no greeting for the Professor, eyes set on his desk.

He leaned back in his seat, sullen expression, arms folded and posture anything but straight as he sunk into his seat.

He did not want to be here.

Transfiguration was probably one of the subjects Mason would shine in. Her mother was exceptional in the subject, it being the highest mark at the end of her school-career.

The classroom was so neat. It looked almost brand new, like the professor had just an eternity's worth of cleaning spells just to get the room as shiny as it was. It was easy to deduct that the woman was OCD or just very very very neat.

Speaking of the professor, "It's nice to meet you, Professor Ichihara," Mason said, "I can't wait to see what you have in store for us."

Mason moved to the back of the classroom and took a seat at one of the perfectly placed desks.

An unfamiliar familiar.

What could that even mean?

Geez, was this teacher a philosopher as well?

Early wasn't early enough, he'd still had plenty of time for his morning run, shower and breakfast... and he was here on time and properly dressed. Like. It was a stellar achievement considering half the school population were scrambling at this hour. Right? Right?

Entering the Transfiguration classroom, Zeke offered Professor Ichihara a simple, "Morning, Professor," as he made his way to his desk. Things out that he would need.

The tapestries though... ... interesting, he supposed.