Whoa, what? Weren't they supposed to practise some more first? Violet wasn't quite prepared for this, but felt her wand slip from her hand as the orange light hit her, and suddenly everything and everyone in the room looked very, very tall. "Wait!" she cried out, but what came out wasn't the word, wasn't her voice; instead she emitted a loud hissing sound. Startled, she tried to step back, but found herself hopping sideways with an excited squeak. She tried to look around at herself, but her body wasn't upright any more, but stretched out behind her, long and furry.

Wow! She was a ferret!!! This really did work! Although she'd lived with magic all her life, she was always a bit surprised when a new spell like this actually did something amazing. She scurried around in a circle, trying to look at herself from all angles. Claudine had done a good job of it, apparently--Violet didn't feel anything unpleasant but she was definitely not a girl anymore, but a sleek, brown and black ferret. Except...wait. Violet looked down at her paws and found the front ones still had rather human-looking fingers sticking out of them. The sight was so unnerving that it made her feel a bit ill.

SPOILER!!: Vi! <3

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Whoa, what? Weren't they supposed to practise some more first? Violet wasn't quite prepared for this, but felt her wand slip from her hand as the orange light hit her, and suddenly everything and everyone in the room looked very, very tall. "Wait!" she cried out, but what came out wasn't the word, wasn't her voice; instead she emitted a loud hissing sound. Startled, she tried to step back, but found herself hopping sideways with an excited squeak. She tried to look around at herself, but her body wasn't upright any more, but stretched out behind her, long and furry.

Wow! She was a ferret!!! This really did work! Although she'd lived with magic all her life, she was always a bit surprised when a new spell like this actually did something amazing. She scurried around in a circle, trying to look at herself from all angles. Claudine had done a good job of it, apparently--Violet didn't feel anything unpleasant but she was definitely not a girl anymore, but a sleek, brown and black ferret. Except...wait. Violet looked down at her paws and found the front ones still had rather human-looking fingers sticking out of them. The sight was so unnerving that it made her feel a bit ill.

Okay, it was definitely too late for Claudine to stop that spell. The picture of the ferret that had been in mind immediately vanished and she watched Violet nervously. The thing was though… the spell seemed to be working to some degree for Violet was changing. The hiss made her step back hastily, her eyes darting to Carton. Sure, Claudine was more than capable of handling herself but it was reassuring knowing that there was an adult there to help if the help was needed.

And then Violet was suddenly long, small and furry. Claudine’s mouth dropped open somewhat. That had been unexpected. And the younger girl’s reaction was just amusing which made her giggle. She wished there was a camera nearby so that a couple of shots could be taken of ferret!Violet. But…

Oh no.

The front paws hadn’t been done properly which she found unsettling. “Sorry about that, Violet.’’ Would ferret!Violet understand her words? She let Violet enjoy some more time as a ferret before saying, “Okay, I’ll turn you back to yourself now.” Afterwhich, the third year was free to give the spells a go on her. Hopefully, Claudine wouldn’t wind up half human, half ferret.

“Reparifarge,’’ came the incantation in a strong, confident voice. An upward flick? You got it. There went the white light, after all.

"You ask a lot of questions," Phoebe stood and positioned Atlas so he was standing opposit her. Most of those questions were going to have to be answered by the Professor, but what she could answer... "I like dueling stance because it means we're both following the same set of rules and following safety protocols, but it basically just means that we're going to face each other and make sure the other person is alert and prepared before we cast any spells."

Not that she really expected him to cast on her. This was a HARD spell... she wasn't even sure that she could cast the spell today. "Let's practice saying the word and releasing the point on the wand at the right moment. Don't put any intent behind it or you'll accidentally give me whiskers or something." Ferrets had whiskers, right?

"Migalifors." She jabbed her wand on the last syllable to demonstrate. What a clunky incantation.

Violet was just sniffing the corner of the wall that smelled delightfully interesting when she felt the tingle of magic and found herself bathed in a white light. Like that Muggle story about Wonderland, she felt herself growing taller and taller, and in a few moments, she was in her human form again. It had felt strange to be a ferret, but now it felt just as strange to be a girl again. She examined herself, turning this way and that, trying to see if everything was back the way it was supposed to be. She looked particularly closely at her hands--was that fur on the knuckles?! No, it was just a shadow, thank goodness!

"Well, that was pretty good, Claudine," she said. But next time, she hoped to have a chance to prepare herself first. Violet was pretty nervous about performing the spell on Claudine, though. She practiced the wand movements and the incantations a number of times before attempting it. Then she looked around to make sure the teacher was within view, in case she made a mistake.

"Okay, here goes. Ready?" Violet said, catching Claudine's eye to make sure the older girl was paying attention. [b]"Okay, here goes. Migalifors!" she said, pointing her wand straight at Claudine. Then she lowered her arm and hoped for the best.

Grantham seemed a bit... on edge. Nervous. Twitchy. Nem watched her for a moment, before turning back to the professor.

You know, that reasoning sounded an awful lot like a Milk Carton problem, not a Nemesis Upstead problem. Not a totally unexpected answer though; these teachers got so in their feelings about attendance. "Good point, Professor. Wouldn't hurt to stick around and take some notes, either." The spell-practicing part was all a bit pointless, not exactly stuff they couldn't do on their own, somewhere else, but Nem would go through the motions if it made him feel better.

They did switch benches though, in favour of taking up the space beside Grantham. Drawing their wand, Nem twirled it twice around their fingers, and then practiced the very difficult 'point' wand movement. "I have some water in my bag, if you want some," they said to Grantham, resuming the twirling of their elder wand while their eyes roved about the classroom. Taking notes. "Do you still feel a bit ferrety? Migalifors." Maybe the transfiguration hadn't been totally undone. Nobody was perfect.

Allegedly.

Hmm, he hadn’t considered how one might untransfigure themselves without someone else to perform the reverse transfiguration on them. Seemed like a thing that was dangerous to do without supervision unless you were really good at non-verbal wandless magic and had practiced it before in a controlled environment where someone could untransfigure you if something went wrong.

Devin paid close attention to the professor’s demonstration on Bernie. Wow. He didn’t really fancy the idea of letting other kids who had never done this before try turning him into a ferret, as he wasn’t terribly keen on being stuck in an incomplete transformation. With a successful transformation maybe he would be able to talk to the jarveys in the barn. Not that he would actually be doing that today because ideally he would be un-transfigured before the end of class, but it was an idea for a potential use of being a ferret.

While other kids started getting partnered up to transfigure each other, Devin took the time to practice the incantations. ”Miggly-fors.” No, that wasn’t right. ”Migalifors.” Much better. ”Migalifors, Migalifors, Migalifors.” Now for the all-important un-transfiguration spell. Really, that should be the first spell anyone learned in this class. ”Reparifarge. Reparifarge. Reparifarge.” Separately, he practiced the upward flicks of his wand.

Looking around him, it seemed like everyone else had found a partner already. Oh no! He had wasted so much time practicing on his own he was going to miss out on getting to actually put his incantation practice to use. Fortunately, he heard a voice asking for a partner, which he soon traced to one of the younger gryffindors. ”Ooh, me! I need a partner! I’ll be your partner!”

No. That was her firm answer.

She did not want to give it a go. Not one bit. Not here. Maybe on her own one day after dinner, but even that was riskier nowadays with the hood squad constantly doing rounds. But even with the possibility that she wouldn't be able to find time to practice on her own, she knew for certain that she did not want to practice here. Not in front of everyone. She couldn't just say that though. It'd make her look silly and Quinn might think terrible things about her. Plus, it'd probably make her an even worse Gryffindor.

"We should practice the wand movements first." Was what she decided to go with. She was older so she knew what she was doing. Mhm. It would be awful if they tried the spell and forgot the wand movement, did he know? Could ruin the whole thing!

Quinn huffed a little sigh. "Well, I don't think the wand movements are that complicated. It's just Reparifarge," he said with a little upward flick, "and Migalifors," he finished, pointing his wand.

His wand just so happened to be pointing at Kinsay, as well, and it emitted an orange light. His eyes went wide—he hadn't meant to cast the spell just yet; he hadn't been envisioning her as a ferret and wasn't exactly prepared for the real thing, and yet... "Oops."

Bella kept going over the incantation and counter incantation and wand movements in her head when Dahlia approached her. Grinning back instantly Bella said "Working with you will be awesome, and its a bonus that we are both first years. I'm Isabella by the way and you're Dahlia?" Because then Bella wouldn't have to hear an older student complaining about her stance or how she held her wand or said the words. Dahlia was on her level. "Miglafors, Miglafors, Miglafors. Miglafors." She practiced out loud. Next she tried out the wand movement and counter spell.

When Bella felt confident that she could do this, she pulled out her wand asking Dahlia. "Shall we give it a try then? I can start." she asked as she motioned her new friend over to a spot on the floor where she wouldn't accidentally transfigure the wrong person. Raising her the tip of her wand to point at her fellow first year Bella casted firmly. "Miglafors!" and an orange light shot out of her wand.

Camryn was not feeling confident about this spell at all. There was so much room for error and that was not something you wanted to think about when trying to transfigure a human. Sure, human transfiguration was an important thing to know, but it seemed like something that would take a lot of practice.

On that note, Camryn continued to practice her spells, incantations first and then the wand movements. She had just gotten into her second round of trials when she heard someone in need of a partner. Turning to the voice, she saw her housemate looking eager..

”Hi!”, she said, with equal enthusiasm and a little bit of fear. She didn’t want to mess up the spell, especially not on her housemate. “Great! Thanks for working with me. I thought I was going to have to go solo on this one.” Now, the moment of truth had arrived. Since her non-first year partner would have had more experience with spells, Cam volunteered to be the guinea pig.....er....ferret. ”You can go first. i trust you.” Sort of.

If the grin on Bella's face wasn't indication enough that she wanted to work together, than her words most certainly were. Dahlia's own smile soon matched that on her fellow first years face. "That would be great." She quickly nodded her head in agreement. "Uh-huh, that's me and you're Bella, right?" Names were usually easy to remember. As were faces. It was putting the name WITH the face that she sometimes had difficulties with.

Okay, so first things first. They had to work on the wand movements for each spell. This was really easy. Miglafors was only pointing her wand. Easy peasy. Lia pointed her wand at the empty space in front of herself several times. No issues there. Then the counter-spell. Reparifarge. An upwards flicking motion of her wand. Also very simple but she did this several times anyhow. Once she had finished that, she worked on saying the incantations in her head and than out loud. "Miglafors, Miglafors, Miglafors". Over and over again until it rolled smoothly off her tongue. Reparifarge was a bit of a mouthful but once she had said it slowly a couple of times it became much easier. "Reparifarge, Reparifarge, Reparifarge." Stopping only happened when she was able to say both without stumbling over them at all.

Lia lowered her wand and turned to Bella ready to ask which one of them wanted to be changed into a ferret first, when Bella beat her to it. "Okay! Sure!" Yes! She had been silently hoping to be the one to get transformed first. This was going to be the best! Without hesitation she moved to an empty spot in the room where it would be safest for them to practice.

"Ready! You got this, Bella! Give it your best shot!" Was she excited? You bet she was. She had to use all her willpower to keep from fidgeting around or bouncing on her toes like she normally did. Please let this work! She hoped her newest friend could pull off the spell and let her be an adorable little ferret, if even only for a few short moments.

To say that she wasn't at all nervous, wouldn't be true. Having anyone pointing a wand at her would've made her anxious but at least she knew what was being cast in her direction. Plus, if Bella happened to mess up or couldn't change her back... well the Professor wasn't very far away and couldn't help. Or Lia could happily spend some time as a ferret. Either way she was totally cool with the outcome.

Dahlia watched the orange light shot out of the tip of the wand heading straight at her. When it struck her, she wasn't sure how it was meant to feel. Was anything even happening? Opening her mouth to let Bella know that she thought she should try again nothing came out but some strange squeaks and chirps. Huh? Well that was stra-

WHOA!

Nothing looked the same. Well it did but... it was different. Where Dahlia had been standing was now a somewhat small-ish in size brownish-tan ferret with striking blue eyes. It had come as such a surprise that she hadn't even realized it at first. Until she looked around and tried to speak. It was so... strange... and yet... the coolest thing ever!

Everything looked so HUGE! Ferret-Lia tried to walk towards Bella but this wasn't easy. She was used to having only two feet, NOT four! She picked up one foot and put it down, then another, and another, then one more. It was almost like a very strange stiff sort of marching until she got the hang of it. And once she did...

Round and round in circles, Dahlia ran. Then she half bounced, half darted towards Bella, chattering away in that adorable way that ferrets did. Two front paws raised and fell again, up against Bella's leg so that she could peer directly up at her friend, still chattering away excitedly. She had done it! Did Bella see? Did everyone see?!

This girl was a ferret! A very excited, chattery, bouncing, ferret!

Okaaaay, that wasn't the answer she wanted, but Bernie could sit here and take time to recover. It was the queasiness of the going down and coming up again that was the worst part; a bit like being on a broom (which was TERRIBLE) or like climbing a ladder (THE WORST). She nodded to the professor, already closing her eyes to keep the nausea at bay. If she could get over this, she wouldn't mind staying, but she'd also feel bad if she had to turn anyone else into a ferret, and she wasn't feeling so confident she could cast the spell right anyway, as her heart was no longer in it. Ferrets were.... ferrets were not the best to be, you know?

And to think, she'd once entertained ideas of becoming an animagus, hoping to be something that could fly, or maybe become a be---

Oh, Nem was here; Bernie recognized the voice. "Yes, please," she said in a smöl voice, her sad eyes popping open for a moment to blink at Nem before they went back to being closed. She didn't answer the second question. Maybe she needed a trash bin as well...

Morgan had been really zoned out pretty much this entire lesson. He liked Transfiguration, particularly the conjuration branch of it, but once he started mentally picturing himself, or just people in general for that matter, turning into animals, it was all over. The daydreams had gotten the better of him.

At least until the professor SHOUTED for them to pay attention and proceeded to use Bernie for his demonstration. Whoa! Was that cool?! So they were actually going to be turning each other into ferrets? Neat! And though he really probably should have thought about this more clearly, it was only a niggling at the back of his mind that this could potentially be dangerous, especially with a younger or unfocused student. But the professor wouldn't let them do anything TOO dangerous in class, right?!?

Ideally, he'd want an older student, or one of his friends, to pair up with. Human transfiguration was hard, he'd know, and he thought it ambitious to think a first or second year especially would be able to successfully perform this spell. But, uh... right.

Apparently he had been so distracted in his daydreaming or internal monologuing, that all his friends were already pairing up or just not doing it. Bummer. Were there even younger students who needed a partner and, you know, his expertise along with it? "Anyone still need a partner?" he called out, deciding he'd practice the incantation/wand movement combo in the meantime. Oh! Could he just practice it on himself??

That was plenty of theoretical spell practice. The wand movement was not a complicated one, the incantation rolled off their tongue in one try, and intent was not something Nem had ever felt much need in over-practicing, in any class, with any spell. So far.

They reached a hand into their school bag and pulled out a bottle of water. Charmed to refill, and to remain at a cool temperature. Almost invaluable, as it happened. "Here." Nem handed it to Grantham, touching it to her hand as she had her eyes closed, and studied her face for a moment. Merlin, if she hurled... Nem didn't even want to tell her to do it in another direction, in case just the mention of it set her off. It could happen. They'd triggered it in Ez plenty of times before, just for fun.

But it wouldn't be fun now. "Impervius," Nem muttered, pointing their wand at both of their robes, just in case. Then, after maybe a second's consideration, they placed a hand on Grantham's back.

There, there.

Bernie felt the nudge from the bottle of water and closed her hand around it, or so she thought it was the water, she may have accidentally scratched Nem in the process. She tried to unscrew the lid with her eyes still closed but her grip still felt weak. The water. Water. Water could sometimes be choppy, couldn't it? Didn't matter because she was feeling buoyant now (despite there being no waves around). And ah, perhaps feeling buoyant wasn't the best feeling to have here. The lightness. Lightheadedness. She was determined not to hurl.... or to hurl, maybe she should hurl? That was the question. Would hurling make her stomach hurt less?

She felt the hand on her back and popped open her eyes, a little bit surprised. That was all. It was the surprise that did it, though, Bernie felt the upchuck coming up up and dropped the water bottle on the ground, both of her hands going to her mouth to try to stave off the vomit. It didn't work, of course, as most of it splattered out of lips and on the ground and oh Merlin, the color of it made it so much worse, it was somehow both yellow and green, with definite floating chunks of scrambled egg from breakfast, and---

In conclusion, the sight of the vomit made more vomit come up... everywhere. Even Bernie's little hands on her big mouth could do nothing to hold it back.

SPOILER!!: Vi! <3

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Violet was just sniffing the corner of the wall that smelled delightfully interesting when she felt the tingle of magic and found herself bathed in a white light. Like that Muggle story about Wonderland, she felt herself growing taller and taller, and in a few moments, she was in her human form again. It had felt strange to be a ferret, but now it felt just as strange to be a girl again. She examined herself, turning this way and that, trying to see if everything was back the way it was supposed to be. She looked particularly closely at her hands--was that fur on the knuckles?! No, it was just a shadow, thank goodness!

"Well, that was pretty good, Claudine," she said. But next time, she hoped to have a chance to prepare herself first. Violet was pretty nervous about performing the spell on Claudine, though. She practiced the wand movements and the incantations a number of times before attempting it. Then she looked around to make sure the teacher was within view, in case she made a mistake.

"Okay, here goes. Ready?" Violet said, catching Claudine's eye to make sure the older girl was paying attention. [b]"Okay, here goes. Migalifors!" she said, pointing her wand straight at Claudine. Then she lowered her arm and hoped for the best.

Ugh.

What was that horrible stench? A quick scan around told Claudine that a particular Gryffindor had thrown up. And a particular Slytherin was seemingly trying to comfort her. Whatever. That wasn’t her business. But could they do something about the odor? Merlin.

Anyway. Back to little Violet.

Who wasn’t so little right now as she was completely back to her human form. Her compliment sent Claudine beaming. “Thank you. I hadn’t expected to even have any sort of success with that spell.’’ The girl was proud of herself, and waited as Violet practiced her incantations and wand movements. The older Slytherin was quite nervous but as always, she masked it very well.

And then the time came. Claudine took a deep breath and braced herself.

The light hit her and she felt the changes occur immediately. She saw them too. There was no shrinking, no claws... only bright silver hair erupting all over her: her face, arms, legs. Her eyes widened and there was panic within her. Ferret!Claudine stared over at Violet.

Change her back.

SPOILER!!: Camryn

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Camryn was not feeling confident about this spell at all. There was so much room for error and that was not something you wanted to think about when trying to transfigure a human. Sure, human transfiguration was an important thing to know, but it seemed like something that would take a lot of practice.

On that note, Camryn continued to practice her spells, incantations first and then the wand movements. She had just gotten into her second round of trials when she heard someone in need of a partner. Turning to the voice, she saw her housemate looking eager..

”Hi!”, she said, with equal enthusiasm and a little bit of fear. She didn’t want to mess up the spell, especially not on her housemate. “Great! Thanks for working with me. I thought I was going to have to go solo on this one.” Now, the moment of truth had arrived. Since her non-first year partner would have had more experience with spells, Cam volunteered to be the guinea pig.....er....ferret. ”You can go first. i trust you.” Sort of.

”Hi.” Devin smiled in greeting at the younger Gryffindor. ”Me too. Glad I found someone to work with.” Being the only person left without a partner would just be awkward. It was somewhat worrying to Devin that he was the older of the pair. That meant he was supposed to be good enough for the first year to learn from him. Despite having a mahogany wand that the wandmaker had told him was supposed to be well suited for transfiguration magic, Devin was not confident enough in his abilities for human transfiguration. He had never attempted turning a whole person into an animal before. ”Okay, are you ready?” Honestly Devin wasn’t sure if he was ready, but he didn’t want to worry his younger housemate. He aimed his wand at her and thought as hard as he could about what she might look like as a ferret with the same hair color and eye color. ”Migalifors!”

You know who else wasn't exactly prepared for the real thing? Kinsay Cassandra James.

The very same Kinsay Cassandra James who had just transformed into a ferret! Wait, no, that wasn't quite right. She was still very much human. A human sized Kinsay James with ferret looking ears and a BIG, BUSHY ferret tail. Perhaps it wouldn't have gone so awry had her partner been meaning to cast the spell. Um. She hated this.

To make matters worse, when she opened her mouth to exclaim her surprise, all the came out was a ferret sounding...

*SQUEAK!*

O________________O

UM???????????? Um. UM???????? This was so embarrassing. She had A TAIL.

SPOILER!!: Upstead & Grantham

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Grantham seemed a bit... on edge. Nervous. Twitchy. Nem watched her for a moment, before turning back to the professor.

You know, that reasoning sounded an awful lot like a Milk Carton problem, not a Nemesis Upstead problem. Not a totally unexpected answer though; these teachers got so in their feelings about attendance. "Good point, Professor. Wouldn't hurt to stick around and take some notes, either." The spell-practicing part was all a bit pointless, not exactly stuff they couldn't do on their own, somewhere else, but Nem would go through the motions if it made him feel better.

They did switch benches though, in favour of taking up the space beside Grantham. Drawing their wand, Nem twirled it twice around their fingers, and then practiced the very difficult 'point' wand movement. "I have some water in my bag, if you want some," they said to Grantham, resuming the twirling of their elder wand while their eyes roved about the classroom. Taking notes. "Do you still feel a bit ferrety? Migalifors." Maybe the transfiguration hadn't been totally undone. Nobody was perfect.

Allegedly.

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SPOILER!!: my peeps

Okaaaay, that wasn't the answer she wanted, but Bernie could sit here and take time to recover. It was the queasiness of the going down and coming up again that was the worst part; a bit like being on a broom (which was TERRIBLE) or like climbing a ladder (THE WORST). She nodded to the professor, already closing her eyes to keep the nausea at bay. If she could get over this, she wouldn't mind staying, but she'd also feel bad if she had to turn anyone else into a ferret, and she wasn't feeling so confident she could cast the spell right anyway, as her heart was no longer in it. Ferrets were.... ferrets were not the best to be, you know?

And to think, she'd once entertained ideas of becoming an animagus, hoping to be something that could fly, or maybe become a be---

Oh, Nem was here; Bernie recognized the voice. "Yes, please," she said in a smöl voice, her sad eyes popping open for a moment to blink at Nem before they went back to being closed. She didn't answer the second question. Maybe she needed a trash bin as well...

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That was plenty of theoretical spell practice. The wand movement was not a complicated one, the incantation rolled off their tongue in one try, and intent was not something Nem had ever felt much need in over-practicing, in any class, with any spell. So far.

They reached a hand into their school bag and pulled out a bottle of water. Charmed to refill, and to remain at a cool temperature. Almost invaluable, as it happened. "Here." Nem handed it to Grantham, touching it to her hand as she had her eyes closed, and studied her face for a moment. Merlin, if she hurled... Nem didn't even want to tell her to do it in another direction, in case just the mention of it set her off. It could happen. They'd triggered it in Ez plenty of times before, just for fun.

But it wouldn't be fun now. "Impervius," Nem muttered, pointing their wand at both of their robes, just in case. Then, after maybe a second's consideration, they placed a hand on Grantham's back.

There, there.

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Bernie felt the nudge from the bottle of water and closed her hand around it, or so she thought it was the water, she may have accidentally scratched Nem in the process. She tried to unscrew the lid with her eyes still closed but her grip still felt weak. The water. Water. Water could sometimes be choppy, couldn't it? Didn't matter because she was feeling buoyant now (despite there being no waves around). And ah, perhaps feeling buoyant wasn't the best feeling to have here. The lightness. Lightheadedness. She was determined not to hurl.... or to hurl, maybe she should hurl? That was the question. Would hurling make her stomach hurt less?

She felt the hand on her back and popped open her eyes, a little bit surprised. That was all. It was the surprise that did it, though, Bernie felt the upchuck coming up up and dropped the water bottle on the ground, both of her hands going to her mouth to try to stave off the vomit. It didn't work, of course, as most of it splattered out of lips and on the ground and oh Merlin, the color of it made it so much worse, it was somehow both yellow and green, with definite floating chunks of scrambled egg from breakfast, and---

In conclusion, the sight of the vomit made more vomit come up... everywhere. Even Bernie's little hands on her big mouth could do nothing to hold it back.

Norman was prepared for an argument to follow. He knew teenagers could be mouthy sometimes, particularly when they were told something they didn’t want to hear, but he was both relieved and slightly surprised when that didn’t happen, He nodded at Upstead’s mention of taking notes. “Good thinking, Upstead,” he said.

He stayed close by, mostly watching Grantham for signs of illness, though he couldn’t help observe the pair’s interactions. Interesting dynamic… but now wasn’t the time to think about it. He was about to ask Grantham if she was feeling any better when the vomit happened. That answered that question! Showing no sign of reaction to the mess, Norman drew his wand and cast a nonverbal vanishing spell on the vomit. Another spell summoned a trash can from the back of the room. “Here, use this if you need it,” he said, setting the trash can in front of Grantham. He inwardly groaned. Obviously she wouldn’t recover from this on her own, as he’d hoped. “Do you think you can walk to the hospital wing?”

Norman was so busy with this pair that he lost track of time, and when he looked at his watch, it had been longer than ten minutes. They had to move on now! His blue-green eyes scanned the room. So far, the students had exceeded his expectations. Several of them had managed to cast the spell successfully, and there had been very few cases of incomplete transfiguration. He clapped his hands to get their attention. “Time is up! If your partner is still a ferret, untransfigure them now or raise your hand if you want me to do it for you.” Only when he was sure all the students had been untransfigured did he go on.

“Excellent job, everyone!” he said with a small smile. “You’ve made a lot of progress with a difficult spell in a short amount of time. Now let’s build on that…” He paused for a moment. “Should you need to use this spell in a real-world setting, it’s unlikely that your target will just stand still and allow you to transfigure them, so our next activity will help you hit a moving target.”

Norman summoned a box from underneath one of the benches, a box containing orange and purple armbands. “For this game, you’ll divide into two teams. If you were sitting on the left side of the room today, you’re Team Orange. Right side, you’re Team Purple. Come and get an armband in your team color from this box, put it on, and go stand on one side of the center line on the floor. Team Orange on the left side of the line, Team Purple on the right.”

He gave the students a couple of minutes to follow the instructions before continuing, “The object of the game is to turn as many of the other team into ferrets as possible. You can transfigure an opponent or untransfigure a member of your own team; each successful transfiguration or untransfiguration is worth 25 points. But be careful where you aim! If you accidentally transfigure a teammate or untransfigure an opponent, your team loses 10 points. The point values are on the board, in case you forget.” With a wave of his wand, the following appeared on the board:

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Transfigure an opponent: 25 points
Untransfigure a teammate: 25 points

Transfigure a teammate: -10 points
Untransfigure an opponent: -10 points

Norman walked along the lines marking the perimeter of the room, casting a nonverbal magical barrier as he went. “You may move freely, as long as you stay within the perimeter lines. The benches and everything else outside the lines are a neutral zone. You can go there if you need a break, but there is to be no spell casting in the neutral zone! Just in case, I’ve cast a magical barrier along the perimeter to keep any wayward spells from penetrating the neutral zone.” Just because he hadn’t seen the Inquisitorial Squad yet didn’t mean they wouldn’t show up, and he didn’t trust the hooded horrors not to wander into the path of a spell (whether accidentally or intentionally) and use it as an excuse to torture the students. Nope, not happening on his watch! “The team with the most points at the end of class will get 500 words off the homework essay. The game starts… NOW!”

OOC: We’ve reached the main activity! For this game, you may choose the team for your charrie, but please try to keep the numbers balanced. Your charrie can do ONE of the following actions per post: Cast Migalifors at another charrie, Cast Reparifarge at another charrie, Dodge another charrie’s spell, or Take another charrie’s spell. Please title each post with your team name, the action taken, AND the charrie on the giving/receiving end of the spell (e.g: Team Orange- Casting Migalifors at Jane; Team Purple - Dodging John’s spell). Please not that you are not allowed to rp the outcome of your spell on another character, and a spell does not have to be directed at your charrie specifically for them to dodge/take it (e.g. Bob can take a spell that was meant for Jane). You have ABOUT 60 HOURS for this activity. As always, feel free to PM me with any questions.

P.S. If your charrie was still transfigured when we moved on, you can wait for your partner to attempt untransfiguration or say Norman untransfigured them, your call.

Aboli actually closed her eyes as the spell was at aimed at her. Would it hurt? Did she care about being hurt? Not really, but she needed to brace herself for it if so. She felt weird...but....

She opened her eyes. She was not a different size, but she blinked a lot...she definitely felt different. If she had looked in the mirror, she would have seen brown, ferret-like eyes looking back at her, herself COVERED in the speckled fur Mamie had imagined, and...well, Aboli DEFINITELY felt the tail. She looked down at her hands, covered in the fur, and then twirled her ferret-y tail a bit. "Aww, Mamie!" she squeaked. "You did so well! Nothing went wrong! It just didn't take all the way! That's SO good for a first try!" Aboli felt proud. She even mocked wiped her eyes with the...tail. "So proud!"

And at ease that she wasn't horribly maimed! "Now try to...uh...change me back. Might be easier. Maybe." Maybe not. She couldn't stop petting her arms, though. Fur was nice. Really nice.

Huh. What do you know.

There was no discernible reaction from Nem once the chuck was upped. They just sort of sat there, and - heck, why not - rubbed Grantham's back a bit. That was what people did (sometimes) when they didn't bolt from the room at the first sign of vomit. Nem did, however, use their foot to carefully nudge their water bottle out of the splash zone, and briefly mused on what might happen if they were to put a Bubble-Head Charm on Grantham right now, just to see. Not that they would, of course. Perish the thought.

Before they had even entertained the idea of actually, practically helping, Milk Carton had swept in to the rescue. "Someone should go with her, sir. I don't like the idea of Rent-a-Snitch finding her on her own during lesson time." Just throwing that out there. They didn't seem the type to accept out-of-class permission notes, especially not from muggle-borns.

Nem didn't put themselves forward for the job so overtly, but they were the only one having no part in the ferret proceedings, and were clearly not the squeamish sort either. Leaving to help a friend in need was a much nobler pursuit than studying in the library, surely.

Oh, THERE was the trash bin. Oh ho ho. There it was. Little late, professor!

Bernie tried to stop the vomit but it honestly took until she had finished.... er, vomiting all of it. That was how these things worked, didn't they? Thankfully, at least, Carton vanished most of it so the sight of it didn't make her want to vomit more of it. Eventually, her leg stopped trembling, and the vomit stopped vomiting, and she probably looked pale and peaky and disgusting but... well, what could one do in these situations.

She leaned back, maybe against Nem's hand, maybe feeling very exhausted by the whole ferret lesson continuing on even after that whole... disgusting bit she did. She did need a friend to help her walk to the hospital wing, as Nem said. She also needed some of that water now? Please?

Oh, as to the professor's question. "Yes." She could walk to the hospital wing, and then (even though she was STILL BITTER with Recard somewhat) feel better there?

She...she did it! Mamie could barely believe that she had given Aboli ferret fur and ferret eyes and a ferret tail. Ooh! Even a ferret voice! She went ahead to un-transfigure Aboli, since Carton said they were moving on. She was proud of herself, and mildly disappointed that Aboli wouldn't get to turn her into a ferret, too.
"Reparifarge," she said confidently, giving her wand a little upward flick. She pictured Aboli like she normally looked, not sure if that was necessary for this part of the transfiguring.

But then...Bernadette was heaving, and it was gross but luckily this was magic school so at least it was easier to clean up than it ever had been at Muggle school. Meaning, no chain reaction of everybody hurling from having seen the first person hurl. She hoped Bernie felt better, and stayed far away from her. Mamie didn't want to get sick too.

And they were going to make spell learning into a game, which was exciting! Mamie liked to be competitive. Plus, this meant that mayyyyybe she'd still have the chance to turn into a ferret. Hehe, she liked that idea. Mamie had not put two and two together that the transfiguration was what made Bernadette feel ill. She plodded to the box, donned a purple armband, and stood on the right side of the room, wand at the ready, but not tooooo close to the line.

Time to transfigure some friends into ferrets.

...Had Bernie vomitted? Aboli's nostrils flared, and since she was half ferret right now.....that smell was horrible. HORRIBLE. She was glad once Mamie had managed to transform her back into her beautiful, fakely-blonde self. Right. She fist-bumped Mamie with her gloved hand. "Good work, Mames," she winked. Right then, she and Mamie were on the purple team SOOooOooo...she drew her wand out and tried to find someone on the other side to TRANSFIGURE INTO A WEE LITTLE FERRET. MUAAHAHAH!

She also wondered if this spell would ever be used against an enemy like the professor was suggesting? She supposed it could be useful in a duel, and it might be a spell someone would NOT be expecting. And...it would render the other person useless unless they could do wandless nonverbal magic!

Ash was left handed. She liked the left in general, as a direction. Thus she just so happened to be on the left side of the room. ANd they were having a team duel, basically. She decided to take out the older students first. SHe shot a decent Migalifors at Aboli. Maybe it would work, maybe not. Who could tell? Only practice. hehe.