Post by Professor Minerva McGonagall on May 16, 2007 14:38:27 GMT
Minerva was not usually the type to cater to the needs of those who sought extra help outside of class. The reason being, most of the students who wanted her help were those who found it unnecessary to pay attention while in class. She didn't think it was fair to give extra attention to students who only wanted to learn when they found it convenient. However, after recently being approached by a couple of younger students who asked if she could help them review a lesson she had covered recently, Minerva found it relevant to give them the opportunity. After all, from what she had observed in class, the two girls who had asked for the special lesson were at least putting forth a reasonable effort. Figuring she might as well offer the mini lesson to everyone just to ensure fairness, Minerva had posted a notice in all of the common rooms that announced she would be repeating the lesson on transfiguring compasses from stones. If only the two girls showed up, then so be it. Still, she prepared for at least a dozen students, thinking that maybe she had not taught the lesson well enough the first time around if the girls were asking for further instruction.
With a final wave of her wand, Minerva levitated the box of stones from the counter to her desk and then levitated a single stone to each of the desks in front of her. She noticed that one of the stones still had the directional markers north, south, east, and west displayed on the smooth face of the stone. Most likely, one of the students had cast a partial transfiguration and then failed to transfigure the stone back. "Reverto," she said softly as she tapped that particular stone. The letters vanished and the stone was simply a stone again. "All right then," she said with a tired sigh. The darkness of the evening surrounded the room and the candle light flickered happily across the walls. She glanced at her time-piece and took a seat at her desk as she waited for the students to arrive.
With a final wave of her wand, Minerva levitated the box of stones from the counter to her desk and then levitated a single stone to each of the desks in front of her. She noticed that one of the stones still had the directional markers north, south, east, and west displayed on the smooth face of the stone. Most likely, one of the students had cast a partial transfiguration and then failed to transfigure the stone back. "Reverto," she said softly as she tapped that particular stone. The letters vanished and the stone was simply a stone again. "All right then," she said with a tired sigh. The darkness of the evening surrounded the room and the candle light flickered happily across the walls. She glanced at her time-piece and took a seat at her desk as she waited for the students to arrive.