paradisa | [12 Transfigurations] - yesterday afternoon

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[12 Transfigurations] - yesterday afternoon

[Before Class]

[did someone - prefect, Head of House, other Professor? - assign you detention? if so, you might have been assigned to come and wax the desks in Professor Mansfield's classroom. once you arrive, she'll be waiting behind her own desk, and hold out her hand:]

Your wand, please.

[During Class]

[when students arrive, upon everyone's desk is a simple ceramic animal of various shape or size. some have a magical creature, some have more mundane ones, like the bulldog on the Professor's own desk.]

Good morning, everyone. Please take your seats. As always, anyone caught chewing gum, sucking sourballs, or sneaking food or sweets of any other fashion in my classes will have it transfigured into something of my own choosing, and then have to share it with the rest of the class.

Now that that's out of the way: First years, please open your textbooks and study the simple movements required to turn a quill into a twig. I expect you to be attempting to write with sticks by the end of the lesson.

Second and third years, you will be transfiguring your animals from ceramic to stone, and pairing up with the fourth and fifth years, who will be animating them for you. If your animal becomes unruly, simply transfigure your chairs to cages and be done with it, you've been in my class long enough at this point not to need me to hold your bloody hands.

Fifth years, you'll be preparing for your OWLs, of course. At the end of the class, you will be helping the other students undo their work - and also responsible for repairing any accidental and improper transfigurations. If you're to pass your OWLs with flying colors and qualify for the Honours-level Sixth and Seventh year Transfiguration courses, I need to know that you can clean up after yourselves.

Any questions?

[After Class]

[once the students start filing out, Olivia gathers up her materials and starts to pack them away, transfiguring them into miniature and arranging them neatly in what looks like a slim silver cigarette case. she tucks that away in the folds of her robes, and then heads for her office. if you need to speak with her, you can either follow her there, or find her there]

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[Conan glares at the text book long enough to read the instructions, then firmly closes the book and raises his hand.]

Yes, Mr. Edogawa.

[uh oh. here we go]

The instructions here don't have any information about why it works.

Advanced magical theory is a separate class... and you're welcome to take it if you wish. For now, I'd appreciate it if you would concentrate on the subject at hand.

[Conan rather liked M. She reminded him of some of the FBI agents he had known back home. However, that didn't mean he was willing to play along with nonsense. The only interest this school held for him was figuring out why this so-called magic helped.

And even his acquaintanceship with her real self wasn't enough for him to willingly put up with wasting his time in this class.]

I refuse.

[Guess who completely missed her class (and pretty much all of them since this whole business started), but stops in his tracks when he sees her in the hall? Not because he's in trouble, he's just intensely focused on what she took out of her robes. Spike turns around and starts to follow behind her as she walks to her office, for complete lack of something better to do.]

Have I seen you somewhere before?

[... To be fair, he doesn't actually know he's one of her students in this universe.]

[she looks him up and down]

No, but I'm rather certain you should have, earlier today. Any particular reason why you neglected to attend class, Mr. ...?

[He shakes his head and gives her a smile. Are the only ones who got to be adults teachers, or what? He'll have to give some thought as to which is worse.]

I'm not really a student. I was just passing through.

Just passing through. [the look he's getting says she clearly does not believe him. especially since she never got his name] To where, exactly?

[He hangs his head and heaves a deep breath of defeat.]

Not very believable, huh? [Then he looks back up.] -- You caught me. I guess you'll have to escort me back.

[she looks him over]. Very well, then. ... Twenty points from Gryffindor for skipping class, Mr....?

[He smiles again, attempting to be charming.]

I haven't even showed up enough to get my name?

I'm not an amnesiac or a fool, if that's what you mean. Don't be cheeky.

[If that's not an ironic statement.]

Sorry, it's a bad habit of mine.

[Hey M. That bulldog on your desk suddenly stands up, shaking himself as if he just woke up from a fulfilling nap. He yawns, stretches a little and looks around. He sniffs the air, investigating the desk for a few moments before walking to the edge. He pauses for a moment to look over the edge of the desk before promptly stepping OFF the edge and landing squarely in the rubbish bin.]

[Meg takes her seat next to James and stifles a giggle when he sends the bulldog careening over the edge of the desk, covering her face with her textbook lest she get any further on M's bad side today.]

[Have a wink, Meg. What? He's always hated that bulldog.]

Mr. Bond.

[with a flick of her wand, she retrieves the poor bulldog and sets him to rights. she's not going to bother turning him back yet]

Another stunt like that and I should expect a six inch essay on the mechanics of the owl-to-opera glasses transmutation and its various possible malfunctions.

[He nods slightly, having the grace to at least attempt to look apologetic... kind of... sort of... if you look at it just right.

Okay maybe not.]

Of course ma'am.

[yeah no, she's not buying it]. Go on, then. If you've time to waste on my decorations, you can assist the first years.

[the bulldog turns a few lazy circles, then curls up next to her inkwell and rests its head on its paws, watching]

[Once again, Rise finds herself glad the castle decided to make her a first-year student. She's not sure she'd be able to manage anything higher without having her memories changed!

She tries so very hard to manage even the first year assignment, reading the textbook carefully and trying to transfigure her quill...

And lets out a very pleasantly surprised squeal as the quill... sort of takes on some stick-like properties. It may not be perfect, but she did it! She did actual magic!

Hopefully the teacher will pay more attention to her success (?) than her potentially disrupting class...]

Something wrong, Miss Kujikawa?

Ah!

[Rise suddenly stiffens, sitting up straighter than she probably has in her life.]

Um... no, I just...

[She holds up her... twig-quill sheepishly.]

... It's pretty close, right?

[She'll definitely keep practicing! It just surprised her that it worked...]

A start. Here. [effortlessly, she changes it back]. Show me again. It's likely in your wrist...

[Rise looks a little dismayed at the effortless undoing of her first attempt... but she supposes she can try it again. She takes a quick peek at the textbook again before taking her wand and trying it again.

The result this time is a little better, but not significantly so.

But she still has a pleased smile when it happens! The novelty of all of this hasn't quite worn off, yet.]

How was that?

A bit better, but I see the problem. It's in your grip. Here. [she reaches out and carefully but brusquely adjusts the placement of Risette's fingers] It's a wand, not a bloody fork. And don't be so timid about it. Wave like you actually want it to work.

[Hello M, there's a certain seventh year in the back with his arms folded and looking fairly bored, twirling his quill in his fingers. He probably would have skipped this class, buuuut it probably was best to hang around for the class that the Head of Slytherin teaches. ... and it's M. He'd rather not deal with her getting on him for skipping.]

Mr. Foulke, you are aware that you're slated for the Advanced Seventh-year honors class, are you not? This block is for those who have not completed their OWLs or NEWTs.

[the good news? she doesn't sound as snippy about it as she would with other houses' students. it's more of a 'dude what are you even doing here']

[He sure as hell doesn't even know most of what she just said. He's just gonna shrug and make up an excuse. Though hanging out for the earlier years might teach him a few tricks because what the hell is the 'advanced' class.]

Must've gotten my schedule mixed up. I'm not recallin' anywhere I should be otherwise.

[she sighs, then goes to her desk and takes out the house roster]. Looks to me as though you've Herbology with Professor Yamanaka. I can write you a pass, but you'll still take six points from Slytherin for tardiness unless you shift it.

[Completely willing to take points from your own House? So ruthless. But he's totally rolling his eyes, because Herbology? Really? Why is that even a class?]

Alright, alright, I'm leavin'. I'm sure I'll learn a wealth of information listening to a talk about plants.

[He'll be getting up with his boatload of sass and start for the door. Knowing him he'll just skip Herbology... unless he's followed or escorted, anyway.]

[August stays in his seat, waiting until all the other students are gone. Not because he needs to speak with the professor, but because he doesn't want any of them to see just how badly his leg condition has gotten lately. He's had to conjur some crutches just to get around.

He gets them out when he's sure it's just him and the professor]

That looks as though it's not gotten any better over the summer, Mr. Booth. [she frowns in concern once the others have gone] Were you able to have it looked at, at all?

No, ma'am. Magic can't fix it. [funny how the truth makes it hurt less]

Unfortunate. ... It isn't impeding you too much, I hope. [no offers of help from her.... he's in the wrong House for that. if he needs help he can find it himself, but she believes in his capability to solve his own problems]

[well, he is the only one with the power to fix the problem, so her help wouldn't have done anything anyway] No, ma'am, it isn't. And it'll give me time to work on my Herbology homework.

[one of the few subjects he's good at, as it happens]

[ It's just right for tea time once class is finished surely, even if Frodo was almost late in delivering her tea the way she likes it, now scrambling to set up the cups and saucers on her office table and taking care not to spill anything on her important papers.

Let's hope she doesn't come in before he's done! ]

[oh, but she does. not that she minds terribly, however. unlike some wizards, she's not outright cruel to the house elves. it's simply a matter of them having their place and her having hers, and as long as those boundaries are respected, there's no trouble.]

Good morning, Frodo. And a busy one, I see.

G-good morning!

[ Frodo very nearly drops the spoon he was holding, juggling it for a bit before finally clamping against his chest. Oh. Oh dear. ]

I-- am sorry to be so very late but I did not wish to bring your tea already cold.

Did I say you were late? Don't apologize for non existent slights, it makes the necessary apologies insincere. .... Oh, and I'll need my dress robes looked after. That oaf Crowley spilled wine on them at the Sorting Ceremony.

[ Oh, but there are so many necessary apologies. He doubts there would be any bigger mistakes he needs to say sorry for other than bringing her tea late or cold. But he rushes over to fetch her dress robes as instructed, biting back a smile at the thought of Crowley bickering with Emma. ]

Was he drinking too much again?

You say that as though the fool ever stops. [she rolls her eyes]. Then again, I'd drink if I had to teach a class that banal and pointless.

Is there no benefit in learning about muggles?

[Hello M, one of your students doesn't seem to be paying much attention to his textbooks but appears to be screwing around with a Verdimillious charm...every now and again green sparks will fly in the middle row of your classroom.]

Mr. Silva.

[shorthand for "stop it right there young man"]

Sorry miss.

But I thought you always wanted us to try to take on side projects on top of our schoolwork?

[Take a look at that smug bastard grin he's giving you M.]

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