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Transfiguration Lesson #1; Don't Bug Out Welcome to Transfiguration Nana Ichihara's classroom is as immaculate as ever. Every chair in place, every desk polished to shine, there is - as usual - not even a speck of dirt on her floor. However, as you enter you will notice a difference in the atmosphere of the room. A heady warmth that is reminiscent of a humid summer's day fills the well-lit space. Greetings and an Unusual Challenge. Questions, Critters and Live Transfigurations. Getting to Know Your Creature: Mini Activity! OOC: Class has begun! If you want to join in, please do. Simply have your student behave as if they have been in class since the beginning. If you do decide to have them turn up "late" there will be IC consequences. Please read and familiarize yourself with Ichihara's Rules and kindly remember that all Snitchseeker Rules and Regulations Still Apply. |
The owl Nicky had received yesterday had really set her off, and today she was feeling even more heated. Usually, that would mean Nicky would be found anywhere but class, except that she had finally reached a level where she thought she could take no more confrontation, no more arguments with professors, or she'd do something immensely stupid. Besides. Ichihara was one of the few professors, on the same list as Hirsch, that she didn't completely loathe. So, here she was, walking into Transfiguration, early, and almost entirely in her proper uniform. Almost. The skirt was regulation length, her tie was properly knotted, and her shoes were laced. The one glaring item was the one thing she would not compromise on. Yet again, she had replaced the Ravenclaw crest on her robes with a crest from Castelobruxo. She kept the strap of her bag over it, however, obscuring it from view as she entered the classroom. She nodded silently in greeting to Ichihara, who.. well.. Nicky thought she looked a little damp. For herself, she found the humidity familiar... refreshing even. Like home. She made her way to the back of the room and slid into a seat. Her eyes wandered to the glass containers... live transfiguration? But as she squinted at them, she could see no movement within. |
This whole mandrake leaf thing was getting annoying. Was it over yet? Of course he was going to bite his tongue and not say anything about it to anyone besides Hady, but, Merlin, eating without managing to swallow the thing was tough. It forced him to eat slowly and carefully, which was something that was emotionally killing the prefect as he enjoyed pigging out. Frankie was successful in eating a healthy breakfast before class, granted it was not as large as he would have liked. But it was enough to at least prevent him from thinking about lunch already, even if it was only temporary. The leaf, in fact, was keeping him fairly preoccupied at the moment. He moved it around in his mouth as he walked through the doorway and into the room. Holy hippogriffs! Who turned up the heat in this place? The blond loosened his tie a little as he took note of the glass tanks. Interesting. He turned toward Professor Ichihara and greeted her with a simple nod of his head before taking a seat faaaaaaaaar away from that monstrous Nicky Iver. |
Hadley Denaker entered, but rather than taking a seat at the back of the class, as had been her custom this year In reality it wasn't a mandrake leaf at all, but one from a rose bush, courtesy of Professor Myers. Hadley gave Professor Ichihara a wave as she sat down, and pulled a small dry erase board from her bag. She uncapped the marker and wrote, Good Morning, Professor. Then she held it up for Itchy Mara to see. |
Each and every day that went by was another day closer to the end of the month. Which brought about the removal of one Mandrake leaf from her mouth. Surprisingly enough the teen had somehow gotten herself semi used to it. Takes to a certain someone whom had given her a few tips on how to handle it. She'd have to personally thank that person and pass along the tips to her training partner. After having gotten herself ready for one of her favorite lessons and having a small but healthy breakfast Hady made her way towards the lesson. Stepping through the doorway the heat hit her before anything else. Well at least it wasn't raining or anything. Pushing her long brunette hair off her face she glanced around the room. Hi professor! Hady smiled and nodded her head towards Nana knowing she would know why there wouldn't be a vocal greeting today. Hazel eyes then took in the tanks along the wall. Alright. Interesting indeed. She also noticed the name twin who got a nod and Nicky. Hady said nothing, no looks or anything either. Rather she silently walked over and sat herself down beside Frankie giving him the usual grin before she took out her things. |
As the term progressed, the thought of OWL's was ever present in Janelle's mind. Class had actually become sort of a respite for her, something to take her mind off of what was yet to come. Entering the classroom, Janelle stopped short. The sudden presence of heat and humidity had caught her off guard. Well this would require some getting used to. "Hello Professor Ichihara", Janelle said as she made her way to her seat. On the way she noticed the seemingly empty tanks and wondered what they were about. Time to play her favorite game........"Guess what the professor has planned for us today?" was Janelle's favorite way to pass the time while waiting for class to begin. Well, it was that and people watching as her classmates arrived. She sat down in her seat, took out her textbook, quill and parchment and started to think. Somehow Janelle had a feeling she wasn't going to like what was coming. |
Bruv.... It's hot. It's in here. It's gross-hot. Cal-O took a seat, shrugging off his robe and loosening his tie. Weirdly enough, he was glad he didn't have his long hair right about now. Oh gosh... He was already sweating. Oh gosh. Merlin help him. |
"Whoa." Genny muttered the second she stepped into the classroom and her face was hit by heat. It wasn't warm as much as it felt so humid. Was this on purpose? Immediately, she started taking off her robes to remain in her shirt and skirt. Pit stains are not happening today, nuh-uh, not before they had a fun activity. "Hiya professor," with a happy smile, the Gryffindor made her way to one of the desks and plopped down there. Her robes hung on the back of her chair and she crossed her legs and leaned on the table waiting for the lesson to start. This should be fun (did not pay extra attention to the water tanks, probably just decoration). |
The humidity in the Transfiguration room as she entered had made Brooklyn stop short. It reminded her of last summer in Miami, really, and before she could do anything else, she had scooped her hair up off her shoulders and twisted it back into a knot, using a quill to hold it in place since she didn’t have anything else to use. She wasn’t about to use her wand, after all. That would be needed later, and she didn’t want the weight of her hair falling back on her shoulders. Especially since she couldn’t wear what she’d worn in Miami. She’d just have to find other ways to stay cool. Stepping back into the corridor for a second to take a breath, she walked back into the classroom. “Hello Professor Ichihara,” she said with a nod, thankful that the quill managed to keep her hair in place when her head moved. Things would be okay. Well, except she then felt the need to choose a seat away from Hady, even though she waved at her fellow Slytherin. She was happy that things seemed better between her friend and Frankie, but that didn’t mean she wanted to get involved. |
The first year Gryffindor took off her robe the moment she entered the Transfiguration classroom and used her textbook that she had in her hand as a fan to make a small breeze on her face. She disliked this kind of weather, it made her tired and she didn't even want to talk about all the sweat that was going to be in the room soon. Eww. Her eyes went to look around the room and while she had many questions already, the first year knew that most would be answered soon during the lesson so instead she waved at the Professor as she walked by to find a seat. "Morning, Professor" she said while taking a seat at the front. Something different for a change. |
This sort of temperature didn't bother him all that much. Jaemin slipped into the Transfiguration classroom, looking a bit tired and worse for wear, but still present. Everything was so disorienting lately... but it was getting better. Slowly, but surely. He approached one of the tanks and squinted at it a bit, mumbling softly about the flora before heading to a seat near the front. "Hi professor," he murmured, giving her a light wave before going about checking that he had all of his stuff. |
It seemed as though every time Daxton actually attended his lessons, there was something about the classroom set-up or the nature of the topic that had him changing his mind the second he walked through the door. Today was one of those days, and Transfiguration was the lesson. Daxton was barely over the threshold of the classroom when the wave of heat him him. Heat was one of the things Daxton could not abide, and the same went for humidity; it was overstimulating, overwhelming, distracting, and downright unbearable, any combination of which never led to a favourable reaction from him. Despite the fact that he still had no robes, and his feet were as bare as they ever were - limiting the amount of layers he had to contend with as well as the atmosphere - he knew immediately that he, quite literally, could not take the heat. Pulling at his tie and the neck of his shirt to loosen them both somewhat, and taking a small but futile gasp for any fresh air, Daxton did a quick scan of the classroom. He eyed Ichihara at once, and stared at her for just a moment before half-turning and sidling off to make his way back through the classroom door again. He would not willingly stay here, not a chance... but he wanted her to see that. To call him out, to get angry, disappointed, anything. |
Transfig class awwyeah! Tenacius walked in and -- whoah! The humidity hit him like a truck. Its like a step back and he's in nice cool and dry Hogwarts and the next few step, bam he's in Santorini. He saw the glass tanks too. Were those there last time? Would he have remembered if they actually were? He thumbed the tanks just as he walked by the brunette Professor "Mornin' Professor Ichihara... Feelin a bit tropical today are we?" He took up his seat but not before spotting the sign board on Haddie. He gave her a look. Huh? |
Merlin's beard, it's hot in here! Fiyero's first instinct was to shrug out of his robe and sweater as the stifling heat hit him, but he managed to resist. He knew Professor Ichihara was a stickler for a neat uniform, and he didn't want to lose points from Gryffindor. Why was it so hot in here? Was this part of the lesson or did Professor Ichihara just want to fry everybody? Maybe today's lesson was on how to turn students into puddles of sweat... "Hello, Professor Ichihara," he said with a polite nod toward the woman sitting behind the desk. Then he noticed the glass tanks full of rocks and plants, but no fish. Was that what they were doing? Turning something into fish? Maybe they'd get to keep the fish as pets... Fiyero took the seat next to Bec, carefully arranging his supplies on the desk in front of him. "Hey, Bec," he greeted his fellow first year Gryffindor. His voice dropped as he added, "D'you think it could be any hotter in here?" |
Holy Hades it was hot in the transfiguration classroom. And she lived by the beach when she wasn't at Hogwarts! Was there a cooling charm? There had to be a cooling charm. Juno fanned herself with her Transfiguration book as she walked into the classroom. "Hello, Professor Ichihara," She said a little lethargically. It wasn't nearly as hot in the rest of the castle. Maybe it had something to do with the lesson. Juno quietly found her seat and pulled out her wand, some parchment, and her quill and then sat down, continuing to fan herself with her book. She really hoped it wasn't going to be this hot all class. |
WHOA! Why was is so humid in here?! Esme actually had to take a step back as she followed her sister into the classroom. "Morning Professor Ichihara." Could she open a window? Probably not since the atmosphere obviously had something to do with what they were learning today... whatever it might be; the tanks filled with different things from nature didn't really help matters. Were they going to be transfiguring things into animals and putting them into the tanks? SHE WAS SO CONFUSED. Waving to her friends, she took a seat beside Juno and joined in on the fanning thing because maaaan was it ever muggy in here! |
Arielle made her way into the Transfiguration classroom and immediately was unable to continue breathing. The humidity in the room was so high that her lungs practically stopped working. She took a few steps backwards out the door, took a couple big breaths, and walked back in. The professor was sitting behind a desk, and she didn't look very pleasant. Arielle looked around the room for a seat and saw one open next to Genny, the only person she knew in the entire room. Arielle walked over to the seat and took her robes off, then draped them on the back of her chair and sat down without saying hi to Genny. They weren't exactly friends and she didn't know how much conversation they could really get in before class started, so she thought it best to stay quiet. She looked back at the tanks she had noticed while looking for a seat, and wondered why they were empty. I mean, not empty, but aren't tanks like that usually for holding animals? And what did the tanks have to do with transfiguration? The first year always had questions, but knew they would be answered if she was patient. |
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"Oh, hey Fi" Bec smiled at her same aged and same housed friend as he took a seat next to hers. She watched as he put his stuff down on the desk and then let out a 'ugh i know right?' Sound when asked if it could get any hotter. But she wasn't the only one who heard the question and the Gryffindor couldn’t help but smile just a little bit at the Professor's answer. She guessed she could make it more hotter so best keep quiet. When class began, Bec immediately had a confused expression on her face. Her eyes went over to the tanks at the side of the room and she looked even more confused when nothing special was inside of them. Looking back, the Gryffindor then shrugged her shoulders and bravely put up her hand. "Is there a creature in the tanks?" that was a good question right? |
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Class was already starting and as he wiped yet more beads of sweat that had accumulated on his hairline with the back of his hand, he raised his eyebrows at the Professor's new way of questioning. Or non-questioning. They will be the ones to ask the questions. Sounded like fun. Okay, then. So, what are we doing today, Professor? Meh. Too generic. More like, and hand up, "Can we please transfigure into something that can fight off this horrible heat, Professor?" And with the tanks probably playing a part in this lesson, he was cool with being a seaweed. Seaweeds do not sweat off like him, do they? |
Okay, yes Char could totally ask questions. Questions were things she had plenty of because she was brought up by Ravenclaw parents and they ALWAYS encouraged her to ask stuff. Sooooo after taking her robe and cardigan off and neatly rolling her shirt sleeves up to be a bit more comfy, Char put her hand up. "Professor does climate have any impact on spell casting? At all? Or like different ones more than others?" Because why else would they have it all weird in transfiguration unless they were supposed to be trying to get around the temperature and humidity? All the spells she could think of that would make it more comfy were charms after all, rather than transfiguration spells and OOOH maybe they would get to conjure something! MAYBE A CREATURE. MAYBE CONJURE THINGS TO FILL THE TANKS! OOOOOH! |
SPOILER!!: Frankie & Hady Those two had not going unnoticed. Nicky chuckled to herself as she took out her parchment and quill. It seemed like Hady was going out of her way to avoid even accidental eye contact and that... was he a boyfriend again? Nicky wasn't sure. She had heard things, but honestly, couldn't be fussed enough to care. He seemed determined to sit as far away as humanly possible. Amused. Nicky was amused. She shot a glance their way once she was settled, wiggling her fingers with a wink. If either of them caught her eye, maybe she'd blow them a little kiss, too. SPOILER!!: professor Nicky raised a single brow, looking up from her parchment, however, at Professor Ichihara's instructions. Sure. They day she actually made sure her uniform was mostly in order was the day the woman didn't care. Well, there was no need to tell the blonde twice. She shucked her robe from her shoulders quickly and folded it over the back of her chair, obscuring the illicit badge from view once more. Without hesitation, however, the girl decided to act in the spirit of the instruction and not necessarily the letter of it. Loosening her tie, Nicky popped the top button of her shirt. There. That was better. "Are we learning a method for dealing with the humidity or is the humidity a necessity for whatever we'll be working with?" She had not bothered to raise her hand, and spared a glance at the empty tanks again. Certain vegetation would thrive like this... certain creature life, too... Part of Nicky was quite curious, and she turned her glance to her classmates, wondering who would be surprised at her interest. |
Janelle was buys amusing herself by watching her classmates' reactions to the humid air. It was really quite funny, but she completely understood. If a person was not used to it, humidity could be unbearable. After a few minutes, Janelle considered herself acclimated. She didn't particularly like humid heat, but she had had plenty of experience with it from visiting her family in Louisiana. That place took hot and humid to an entirely different level. Just like that, class was called to order. Apparently they would be playing the wizard version of twenty questions today. Janelle wasn't exactly sure if she liked the "wrong question, interesting outcome statement". Hopefully, she would ask an appropriate question. Janelle raised her hand to give it a shot. "Is there some humidity loving animal in the tank, that has been hidden or made invisible?" Curious minds wanted to know. |
Oh yes! Bentley relaxed in his seat and loosened his tie just a bit (not enough to be untidy) enough to ensure that his neck caught any slight breeze that might pass. He was right at home in this temperature and flashed the professor a very appreciative look. "Are we going to be focusing on a spell that witches and wizards in tropical area rely heavily on?" |
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