Transfiguration ((Beginners))

[Cougar Farmer R7]

Cougar, wanting the glory, piped in right after her. "A snail is smaller than a rat, and a snail is smooth." Cougar hoped he was right, but felt sorry he didn't give the Professor a chance to answer the other girl's

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

Minerva nodded as she listened to the answer. Both answers were starting to go in the correct direction. “Very good ms. Blake. Snail can be taken into different parts just like a teapot. The head of the snail like the sprout of the teapot, the snails leg like the handle and the rest of the body similar to the teapots body. The matter of how fast something you transfigure is not important really. As for being smooth mr. Farmer then I’m afraid that doesn’t play much role. But some people do have trouble transfiguring fur so it’s not completely wrong either. 5 points to both of you.”

Waving her wand a snail flew out of a big box in front of the classroom and landed in front of each student. „Try to manage with the spell now. Remember that the charm is ’ Vicissitude’. And if you have trouble transfiguring your snail then remember how a snail can mentally be taken to pieces. Tapping the snail 3 times with your wand will make casting the spell easier. I will be looking over what you have managed in the end of the lesson.”
Minerva remained standing in front of the classroom as she keenly watched over the first tries of transfiguration being done to the snails.

[pandora]

A look of utter horror crossed Pandora’s face as the snail was set in front of her. She stared at it for a few moments and half considered refusing to do the lesson on a snail as she didn’t want any slime getting on her wand. Realizing this would only lead to more trouble, Pandora glared at the small creature that was at that moment heading for the top edge of the table, a glistening trail of slime left in it’s wake. She reluctantly pointed her wand at the thing and tapped it a few times on the shell. This action frightened the snail who reacted by pulling himself into his shell. Pandora sighed heavily and then proceeded to try the spell out. During her first few tries, nothing at all seemed to happen and Pandora just couldn’t seem to disassociate herself far enough from the snail to imagine it wasn’t disgusting, much less to think of it’s parts.

With a little frustrated sigh, Pandora glanced over at Zach’s snail to see if it had fared any better. When she turned her attention back to her own snail, she discovered it had moved almost to the edge of the desk and seemed to be making a desperate bid for freedom. Pandora set back to her task with new determination, owing to the fact that she most certainly would not pick the wretched thing up from the floor if it fell. Pandora tapped the snail’s shell three more times, one again arresting its movement, and spoke loud and clear in a commanding tone as if ordering the snail to obey. “Vicissitude”. This time, the snail’s leg shot out from under it and connected to its shell as a handle. The snail grew a bit bigger (though still too small for a proper teapot) and the snail’s neck grew much longer, leaving a mockery of the shape of a teapot….only slimy. The Snail’s head had not changed shape and thus her ‘teapot’s’ spout looked like a cross-breed of a snail and a giraffe. The shell had the faintest markings of pale pink flowers on it but had stopped before completing the transformation. Pandora stared at it incredulously and then looked back over at Zach.

[ariana]

Ariane grimaced openly at the snail dropping on her table. The snail didn’t even bother to move so Ariane prodded it slightly with a piece of parchment to make sure that it was actually alive after all. Vicissitude was the charm. Ariane repeated it a few times in her head to make sure she would get it right as she picked up her wand and pointed it at the snail. “Vicissitude,” Ariane muttered while pointing her want at the snail but wasn’t overly surprised if nothing happened. It took 3 more tries and on the fourth Ariane’s concentration seemed to reach the required level. On the fourth try Ariane stated the charm with obvious difference in her self-assurance as she tapped the snail thrice with her wand. And the snail slowly started to change. The handle and the body of a small teapot appeared into view as did a small sprout. Perhaps a bit too small for the rest of the teapot, but it was a sprout. The teapot was very small – barely big enough to hold a cup to tea, but teapot was recognizable in it’s shape with no room for mistaking it.

However it looked plane. Just plain white. Ariane touched the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue for the briefest moment while sending a sly glance at professor McGonagall. Would she notice… Reaching one hand into her bag Ariane pulled out a small bottle of blue ink. She had always had a hand for drawing so quickly and rather discreetly Ariane drew a few flowers to decorate the lower side of the teapots body with one blue bloom on handle of the teapot as well.
Just in case Ariane prodded her teapot again. It wouldn’t do any good if the teapot would start crawling over her table now.

[quidditchgirl]

Emma grinned as she gave a correct answer. As Cougar and herself both gave a good answer, it made ten hous points for Ravenclaw! Yay! Watching as the snail was set before her, Emma grimaced slightly. She wouldn't scream in a tub of the things, but would hate it. Pointing her wand at the slimy, disgusting creature, she tapped it three times as the Professor instructed, then said in a small voice- “Vicissitude,”. And nothing happened! Emma winced a little, then tried again. This time, the snail seemed to slither a little faster, but nothing else. Once again, Emma prodded the wand at the slimeball, almost shouting “Vicissitude,” this time.
The change was more noticable. Emma had just been concentrating on the snail head this time round, and watched happily as it transformed into a bright pink spout. This snail immiediatly stopped sliding, which Emma too would have done if her head had been taken off. Grinning, she noticed how her spout still had two long slimy poles with eyes on the ends. Smile slowly fading, she began to fix her pot-but she was doing well, and making progress she thought.

[Cougar Farmer R7]

Cougar stared at the snail in front of him. He knew it would be no-where around the same greatness as Professor McGonagal's. He thought of the word, Vicissitude, Vicissitude, Vicissitude. After deciding he had th word right. He proceeded to his snail. He watched it a moment, it started slithering. He thought if only he had some salt right now, then thought that he didn't like salty tea. After much deliberation he decided it was time to try it.

Cougar thought of the snail coming to pieces in his mind. The tentacles will make the handle, the head shall be the base, and the shell the basin, he thought to his-self. He tapped to snail gently three times. Poof! The snail's head and feet stayed the same, but his shell had become deep with walls around the side to look like a goblet with a slimy head and feet. If only he could get this right. OK. Time to try again. He thought

Cougar pictured the same thing, and taped the snail so hard it fell over. Cougar chanted, "Vicissitude". Poof! the tentacles made a perfect handle the basin was good, and the base was great if not for one slight set back. The basin was hard and shell colored. The tentacles and head was still slimy and brownish-green. Cougar thought he saw eyes in the base.

Cougar continued practicing a few more times. Getting better on each try. He finally changed the snail to pink, but he still saw eyes and the Shell was still there just pink. Cougar sat down beaten and awaited further instructions.

[Flo Murvac H4]

Flo was really bad. She had been so busy wondering about butterflies, she hadn't noticed class had begun. Quickly, she snapped back to reality as the Professor asked them about snails and teapots. Flo was so lost, but she caught up quickly, as Professor McGonagall asked them to turn the snail into a teapot. I wonder If i could turn into a butterfly, as quick as that, Flo thought.

Picking up her wand, Flo stared at the snail, thinking the spell over and over in her head. OK, time actually do the spell Murvac, Flo thought to herself. Flo sighed, and then opened her mouth to say the spell.
Flo tapped the snail three times and pronounced "Vicissitude" The snail sort of sneezed and flew back wards. Flo caught it before it hit the ground. "Lets try again," Flo told herself. "Vicissitude!"
After many tries, Flo had sort of gotten it. If only the teapot didn't have a shell like top. Flo giggled and tried yet again. She was concentrating very hard, and had seemed to have gotten the hang of it. The snail was now a very nice shade of blue. The snail...was now a teapot.

[haydenhinson]

Hayden looked down, with a grimace very clear on the blonde's face. She noticed that many other people were doing the same. Hayden had never actually been fond at touching anything slimy, or anything such as this, like worms and slugs and of course, snails. Hayden pushed her pointer finger forward, slightly, and began to move it closer to the snail, very slowly, and careful not to touch it's slimy little head. Hayden reached the snail, and poked it very gently, and quickly pulled her finger back, with a slight squeal. Yes, when it came to things such as these, Hayden acted very much like a girl.

Hayden sighed. Oh well. At least performing the spell, she wouldn't have to attempt to touch it again. As Hayden pulled out her wand, she frowned deeply. She didn't think that the poor little snails were going to enjoy this at all. After all, what did they do to them? The little creatures did nothing wrong to deserve being a teapot for the rest of their life. Then again, maybe they were going to learn a spell that would change them back.

Hayden moved her wand closer to the small animal, and silently whispered to it, "I'm really sorry." The girl then sat straight up. Hayden counted slowly to three, as she counted. "Vicissitude!" she said, after the taps were finished. Hayden looked down, hopeful to see if she had accomplished the spell correctly. Nothing. Hayden sighed, and tried it again. "Vicissitude!" Still nothing. "I think that either this snail, or this wand is broken." she muttered, getting quite a bit frustrated now, that she hadn't even done anything to effect it. "Vicissitude!" the small girl tries yet again. This time, she could see that it started to take shape of a white teapot. Everything looked pretty much okay, except that it still had the little slimly head of a snail. Hayden huffed, and tried yet again. "Vicissitude, Vicissitude, Vicissitude!" she shouted. Hayden's eyes immediately lit up happily, when it was soon transformed into a full teapot. Although Hayden was sad for the poor little snail, she was amazed that she had actually done it.

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

The first people started to practice the transfiguration spell and Minerva slowly stared to make her way around the classroom offering advice or praise where it was needed. Everybody kept practicing until Minerva saw that it had came to the time to see the progress of first sudents. Critically looking at the transfigurations Minerva compared and evaluated them in her head while giving marks.
„Ms. Munio you need to practice a bit more. Concentrate on the snail alone while you cast the spell. I will give you 5 points for a good try. Ms. Dianne, very good work. The flowers are obviously not transfigured to be there but I will not lower your mark for showing creativity. Next time try to add decorations during the transfigurating process.“ Minerva looked sternly at the first year Slytherin girl before continuing.
„10 points to Slytherin. Ms. Blake you have started off correctly. But you need more practice. I will give you 5 points for a good start.“

Moving to the next persons Minerva inspected to teapot creaed by her third year students. Nodding to them Minerva approved both teapots after a quick observation of them. „Mr.Farmer, ms.Murvac excellent work both of you. 10 points to Ravenclaw and 10 point to Hufflepuff.“ Turning forward Minerva looked closely at the teapot of one more teapot and looked at it with a sharp eye before nodding approvingly. „Good ms. Hayden 10 points to Hufflepuff.“

[Seth Wright]

Zachary stared at the snail placed in front of him, just the slightest hint of distaste on his pale face. It wasn't that he minded transfiguring the snail. He had no problems with that. It was just....the bloody snail was so....disgusting. It was fat and slimy with the smallest shell he'd ever seen sitting precariously on it's back. Some teapot this would make, Zachary thought. It looked more like a dead slug with a pebble on it's glistening back. Grimacing, Zachary picked up his wand and prodded it. It was foul. The bulbous thing seemed to swell before his eyes. Sick.

Clearing his throat, Zachary held his wand up and said hesitantly, "Vicissitude!" The result was amazing. The snail actually moved. He slammed his fist into the desk, landing it right on top of the disgusting little ball of slime that should have been a teapot by then. Swearing profusely, Zachary lifted his arm for examination, his face even paler than it had been a moment ago. His hand was covered in muck. "Professor, I think I need another snail." He said loudly, thrusting his fist in the air. And a good scourgify....

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz laid in bed. She didn’t sleep much last night. She had been prevented from her terrible cold she had got from the school’s grounds. Her skin was a lot paler, and her nose was a bright pink than usual. Every part of her body had been sore, and weak, from lack of rest. She got out of bed and put on her school robes. She didn’t want to go to class and but go straight to the hospital wing instead. She knew that the professor would understand but she didn’t want to miss the first class of the year. She grabbed her head tightly from pain, while a tear rolled down her check. She made it out of her dorm, and out of the common room. Walking down the stairs she gripped her bag from not letting it slip from her shoulders. She made it to the Great hall, but she barely ate anything. She yawned halfway threw her breakfast. She didn’t want to be late but yet again she had been sore. As she walked in the class it was full with students. She was surprised that they all arrived early. Rosaliz sat in the back, as usual.

As class began the professor had asked questions that some students had answered and then she wanted the students to change a snail that lay in front of her of the desk. She then tapped her wand and said. “Viciss-” she was interpreted by a sneeze. She then tried it again but this time her wand had slipped threw her hands and onto the ground. Rosaliz had gone up to retrieve it and sat back down. After several times with out interruptions, her final attempt had worked. Rosaliz sat there taking a small yawn, pulling her blonde trends behind her hair. After another sneeze, Rosaliz weakly raised her hand in the air. She was hoping that the professor would call on her. She wanted to go the hospital wing hoping that professor would allow her considering her bad, pale skin, rosy nosed appearance on the outside, with a weak slight tendered voice.

[caspar]

Caspar grinned at the snail in front of him, poking it with his wand. He wasn't the best at transfiguration, but how hard could it be to turn a snail into a teapot? That little Slytherin girl had done it, so he should be able to. He glanced around, checking everyone's else's progress before making an attempt of his own. A Slytherin first year had squashed his snail while trying to transfigure it. Caspar chuckled. He watched the boy look over his arm, swearing under his breath before calling to McGonagall. She probably wouldn't be too pleased about it.

Turning his attention back to his own snail, Caspar cleared his throat, wand raised. Here it went...."Vicissitude!" Well, it half-worked. The snail's shell had grown large and hollow, with lurid pink flowers leering from the top and sides. The head peaked out from where a snout should have been, slimy as ever, but now porcelin-white. It was close enough. Caspar picked it up and examined it, grinning at his work. The flowers were almost blindingly bright and five times as ugly. There was no spout and no handle, just a slimy white head and a green slimy tail. It was perfect.

[Maryn Livley]

Maryn listened to the instructions and figured she wouldn't have a problem with it. Transfiguration wasn't her strongest subject, but she wasn't bad at it. Maryn looked at the snail for a moment. She wanted to think about it before trying it. Maryn took her time before preforming the task.

She pointed her wand at the snail. "Vicissitude." She said as she tapped it. But, nothing happened so she decided to try again. "Vicissitude!" She cried not too loud. She tapped it three times and sure enough it transformed into a teapot. Maryn smiled at what she had done.

[cydney]

Lyra, who had remained quietly in the back part of the classroom, eyed her snail. "Disgusting" was the only word she could think of when she saw it. She gave a deep sigh. She hated Transfiguration. Not because of the teacher, no, she enjoyed Professor McGonagall...but the subject itself was one of her worst. She had embarassed herself quite a few times in class last year by messing up the spells, and she knew she'd be doing so again. She gave another sigh before picking up her wand and chanting the spell in her head for practise.

Lyra slowly pointed her wand at the snail. Not wanting to cause attention, she said the spell in a whisper. "Vicissitude." The snail gave a twitch, yet did nothing. "Vicissitude," She repeated. The snail had begun to enlarge itself for a moment, then shrank back to normal size. Becoming frustrated already, Lyra spoke up a bit. "Vicissitude!" This had done it. The snail popped up, enlarging itself once again and transforming. After a few moments it stopped. The snail hadn't transformed into a teapot, but into a large red shoe. Lyra closed her eyes, hoping that what she saw wasn't real. She opened her eyes again to find the shoe was still there. Her face turned red as she looked around the classroom to see if anyone noticed.

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

Minerva continued her tour around the classroom lookign around in surprise upon hearing a slam of someone’s fist hitting the desk. And curshing the poor snail. „Mr. Grey! Such behavior is outrageous! I will not tolerate destroying study materials and living beings this carelessly. 5 points from Slytherin.“
Shaking her head Minerva looked at ms.Hernandez who had raised her arm and was looking dreadful. „Yes, ms.Hernandez, why have you not been doing the work required in class?“

Moving forward between the benches Minerva observed the half-done transfiguration, before nodding slowly. „You do need more work. Try to change the whole snail at once, if you are having trouble otherwise. 5 points for a good try, mr.Pruyr. Very good, ms.Livley, 10 points to you.“
Walking forward Minerva looked sternly at ms.Cristiano. „I did not ask you to create dancing shoes, did I ms.Cristiano?“

The bell sounded once agian signlizing the end of the class and Minerva made her way to the front of the classroom. „I will not leave any other homework besides having to practice the transfiguration. You must be able to nicely transfigure the snail into the teapot in next class. You are dismissed.“

((This class is now oficially over. I will not be grading any more transfigurations.))