Transfiguration ((OWL years))

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

The windows were opened as Minerva aired the classroom before the first students would start arriving. Oxygen would sometimes get scarce during the day between the number of classes Minerva taught but today the morning had been reserved for her OWL year. Today would be a fairly simple lesson for those who had pays attention during previous lesson. Her students were already starting to get nervous about the upcoming exams and they did so with right. OWLs were vital exams. If you did not score well enough in those, then your range of option of what classes to take at NEWT standard were much more scarce. And NEWT scores were the basics onto which you built the rest of your life and career.

Closing the windows carefully Minerva turned and started moving the desks in her classroom. Making the tables face other so that two students would be facing each other as they say down at some table. Walking between the tables Minerva made sure that there was plenty of room for each two tables turned to face each other so her students wouldn’t interrupt each other during the course of the lesson. Returning to her desk Minerva pointed her wand to the numerous things displayed there and sent the things flying across the room so that on every two tables there were now 3 mice, 4 quills, 2 rolls of parchment, 3 small rocks and a scarp of cloth. She would get a full over-view of the skill of her students in class today because the class and perhaps even learn a bit of something more of their characters.

Sitting down at her table Minerva nodded in greeting to all her students as they entered with classroom silently observing how and where they say down as the position of the tables clearly showed that they were expected to pair up for this class.

[cleo]

It wasn’t a good morning. Sure breakfast had been as good as ever and Cleo was all settled for the day. But McGonagall was an old boring prune who would most likely be annoyed if Cleo showed some liberty and wore something else rhater than her Hogwarts uniform. So however rare sight it was – Cleo was standing in a black knee-length uniform skirt, and it’s white blouse the Ravenclaw tie properly attached around her neck. Her robe loosely on her shoulders Cleo gglanced at the mirror while painting her lips a bold shade of dark-red. Lipstick was pretty much the only make-up Cleo used unless it was an ovelry fancy occasion, becuase she looked pretty enough without tons of colour smeared onto her face. It was simply amusing how much time some people spent on make-up ending up looking as if their whole face would crack and shatter if anyone even breathed towards them due to the thick layer of powders and blushes they used.

Sighing as she stared into the mirror Cleo pulled a brush through her hair hurriedly before grabbing her bag with everything she would need for today and rushing out of the room her strapped-on heels clicking happily on every step of the stair-case.Wihtout paying any attention to whoever else might be in the class-room Cleo dashed down the hallways happily up to the very point when someone reached out his legs making her stumble on purpose. Blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes Cleo scowled upwards at the face of Kris who had caught him as well holding her easily between his hands. „Kris Graas. The living wall. Why on earth have I been cursed with his constant presents when I’m trying to head somewhere?“ Cleo asked with a bit of amusement petting Morrigan on the Slytherin’s shoudler for a moment.
„I should rather question faiths why a red-headed spit-fire constantly keeps trying to ram me down?“ Kris added in the same friendlily teasing tone of voice as he took a step back finally helping Cleo regain her footing, „I promised to take you dancing salsa, didn’t I? Get dressed to kill later on today after the last class. We’ll catch a dinner in Diagon and then head out to the club.“
Cleo grinned brilliantly throwing her arms around Kris’s neck and pulling herslef up as she dropped a soundful kiss on his lips for a moment while beaming happily at the boy: „Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! I will take back the thought of you being brain-dead I had yesterday. I’ll see you at the entrace to the common room. My common room naturally.“

„Naturally,“ came the smirking reply and Cleo found herslef unable to jump back as Kris held her put while bowing his head and kissing Cleo properly one more time. Smirking lazily at the Ravenclaw Kris let her go and iwthout giving her any chance to comment disappeared into the shadows of a near-by hallway. Cleo blinked after Kris siletnly berating herslef for going along with him so easily, but then again... how could she not? And she had been waiting for a chance to go dancing outside for quite a while already. Grinning widely Cleo jumped happily while refreshing her lipstick that Kris had smudged. Yet Cleo was the first person to class even with the slight delay meeting with Kris had caused. „Morning, professor,“ Cleo said with a neutral tone eyeing the moved furniture in the classroom curiously for a moment before choosing a seat near the window. Placing her elbows on the table Cleo interwined her fingers and palced her chin on it while gazing out of the window noticing from her reflection on the smooth glass that her hair was a bit messed form Kris’s fingers. But Cleo’s mind was already working full-time as she tried to decide what to wear in the evening. And somehow... the morning wasn't this bad anymore either.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

It would be an odd sight for anyone walking into the Gryffindor Fourth Year Girls Dormitory this morning. Anybody who opened the door would see Cassandra Blackfire flat on the floor rooting around under the bed with her arm. " Argh! Damn shoe! Why does it always have to hid in the most inconvenient places?" She could feel the leather heel just outside of her reach. Getting tired, she relaxed for a moment. Putting her ear to the cold stone floor, she looked just below the bed skirt to see her black shoe residing just underneath the middle of her bed. Cass' face frowned deeply as she walked over to her wardrobe, with one shoe off, to retrieve her Firebolt. Taking it out, she spoke to the broom as if it was alive. " I knew I would find another use for you yet." Getting back on the floor, she took her broom and was able to bat her shoe out on the other side. After putting her broom up, she retreived her shoe and went to class.

After making the familiar trek to the Transfiguration classroom, she opened the door to see that only one other girl had arrived. Cass smiled warmly at the Professor, " Good morning, Professor. I hope you've had a good morning so far." Cass layed her bag on a desk in the front row. She took her seat and eyed the items that were on her desk. Raising an eyebrow, she could hear the mice squeaking almost in unison. Shaking her head, she pulled out a book entitled, Lafey's Third Law and it's Administration in Animagus Transformations, and began to read.

[lacey]

Transfiguration. It was most certainly a class that you couldn’t afford to be late for or look dishevelled when you got to the classroom. So with this in mind Lacey had left the Great Hall a bit earlier after reakfast today so she could make sure in the peace of her dormitory that she looked presentable. For the hundreth time today Lacey pulled her uniform blouse straight noticing that the sleeves were starting to become too short for her. She would have to get some new pieces of clothing for next year. But she would get by with the things she already had. She hated asking her father for more money because they didn’t have heaps of it. Lacey combed her shorter hair carefully and pulled it back with 4 hair-clips to make sure her hair wouldn’t be falling in her eyes during class.

Sighing as she could do anything more with her appearance Lacey checked to make sure everything she needed was in her bag and then left to get to class. As most people were perhaps still eating the hallways were still half-way empty when Lacey reached the classroom and peeked inside. There were only 2 other students here. One a Ravenclaw who was staring rather dreamily out of the window and the other a Gryffindor who was reading something. Stepping inside the classroom Lacey smiled and greeted professor McGonagall quietly as she chose a seat for herself hopeing as she saw the positioning of the tables that some of her friends would be coming to class so she would have someone to pair up with.

[crane]

Foods at Hogwarts were always marvellous. Gary liked his mothers cooking but he admitted honestly that it was nothing when compared to the foods the house-elves at Hogwarts could prepare. In all reality Gary was fairly certain that there would be only a few hand-picked chefs in all the world that could compete and not fail miserably with their cooking when compared to Hogwarts. The only problem with such delicious food was that most often he just was unable to choose what he wanted to eat most. Or an other very frequent problem was that Gary’s stomach was just full before he had tasted or eaten all he wanted to. The latter was the case right now as well. Gary had alreayd had a delicious meal, but the raspberris with whipped cream just looked so mouth-watering that Gary couldn’t have helped himself and had just helped himself to some. And now he just full up to his ears.

At least he had an usually peaceful class ahead of himself. Transfiguration if Gary recaleld correctly. Finding his timetable from his bag Gary checked his schedule for today in order to be reassured that he indeed had Transfiguration the first thing today. Putting the sheet with his classes back into his bag between two books so it wouldn’t get broken corners Gary made sure he wouldn’t forget anything into the Great Hall and then left the room heading towards the shortest route towards the Transfiguration classroom. The class was still relatively empty as Gary entered it and greeted the professor quickly before choosing a seat in the classroom and closing his eyes in an attempt to digest his breakfast quicker.

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy had stopped waking up quite so early. She could hardly remember a time when she hadn't woken up early. When she'd been at home with her father she tended to get up early to do whatever dangerous jobs she could so he wouldn't scald himself on the kettle or wheeze about trying to do the dusting when she could do it perfectly well herself. Even if he was already up she could coax him into being sensible. He had been a good man. She knew it had destroyed him not being able to do things... but nevertheless he hadn't been able to do them and it wouldn't have helped had she made it necessary for him to. She'd used to wake up early at school too even then. Who was it was supposed to come in on that particular day? They weren't late, were they? After his death she'd not been able to sleep well; a mixture of feeling that she must go on, yet with that going on as though he was still there and the fact that she had too much to think about had prevented her from sleeping for long periods of time. Laura had done the same in October, and of course during the summer she'd needed to get up for the young Ashtons. But today she'd woken up at a sensible time, something that was a sign of the fact she felt a lot happier and more comfortable with the world nowadays.

Ivy entered the Transfiguration classroom looking and feeling well rested and refreshed, her hair tied back in a high ponytail. It had been getting long. She hadn't really thought much about it but perhaps she needed to get it cut sometime. Ivy always had that done in the Muggle world though, which was probably why it was so long since she didn't have the opportunity. Somehow she'd just never grown accustomed to using another hairdresser than the one owned by someone she'd known since she was a lot littler than she was now. Her mum had used to take her. Ivy shook her head slightly at the thought - there was no point bringing all that up again. There was nothing she could do about it. Ivy smiled as she saw a fellow dormmate across the room, also noting the presence of the chap Noko had gone to the ball with and sending a small smile his way, greeting Professor McGonagall quietly out of politeness as she set her bag down next to Lacey and started to take parchment, her textbook, inkpot and quill out of her bag. "Good morning so far?" she asked the other Hufflepuff. Despite the fact she'd shared a dormitory with the girl for four years, Lacey wasn't one of her very best friends (though Ivy would hope to count her some sort of friend at least) so Ivy kept her greeting friendly yet not too obtrusive as she always did for Lacey and anyone other than her really close friends.

[Solitaire Keighley H7]

Solitaire had enjoyed her weekend so much that she almost wasn't ready for classes. She had awaken early enough, so that she wouldn't be late. She changed into her school robes, checking to make sure that they were free of any type of fluff, or fuzz. After sliding on a nice pair of solid black open toe dress shoes, which had a slight chuncky heel, Taire grabbed her books and headed out of the dorms, and through the common room.

After breakfast, Taire got a good look at her schedule and saw that her first class for the day was Transfiguration. She set off on a course that lead her straight to Professor McGonagall's room. Solitaire liked Transfiguration. The thought that one could change something into something more useful delighted her. There were times that she wished she was advanced enough to transform herself into something more noticeable.

Entering the classroom, Solitaire looked around. She saw a few other students had already arrived. Taire noticed that two of them were Hufflepuffs, and in her year, but even though she shared a dorm with them, she had never really gotten to know them, and class wasn't an appropriate place for meeting. Solitaire spotted one of the two people in the entire school that she really did know, but it had been ages since she had spoke to Cassandra. She didn't know why they weren't speaking, but she decided that she would just find an empty table. If Cass is here then maybe Dare has this class as well. Maybe he'll show up later She thought wondering to herself if she would see him again, as she found herself an empty table and sat down.

[Jack Rendel S5]

Transfiguration. The only thing stopping it from being a bore was difficulty. McGonagall being the professor was a good start to such reasoning, but that was beside the matter. The spells - now that's what really mattered. Jack's forte was not this class, oh no. He had trouble figuring the right wand movements and then actually doing them. Getting things to do what he wanted was also far too perplexing for him. To turn an animal into a tea cup... quite baffling, to be honest. And what about the poor animal? Even though he was certain McGonagall wouldn't do it if inflicted even the smallest amount of pain on any living thing, it was still difficult to portray that in his mind while doing it. Yes, action spoke louder then words in this class, and sadly his actions were not ones to be proud of.

This, of course, didn't stop Jack from trudging to the Transfiguration classroom. He had withered inside when realizing that it was his first class of the day; one could say Jack wasn't exactly fully focused anymore. Going to bed late and waking up early was not a good combination on a weekday. Not that it mattered, but Jack would adore to be anywhere but where he was headed. McGonagall was too strict and too... expecting, was it? Jack hated failing, and it was even worse when a Professor was in the area. Resisting from cursing in outrage at his work was also difficult. But without complaints to be heard, Jack strode into the Transfiguration classroom with as much confidence (or, as a Slytherin speaking, arrogance) to look presentable.

Partners? No way. Jack clicked his tongue with disapproval as he noted the position of the desks. A partnered class absolutely filled Jack with loathe. Hate for the whole idea, more like. Slytherins were hard to come by - ones he liked anyway - and even harder was the fact that some of them didn't have the same class as he did at the same time. Sucks to be him, alright. Sighing in mangled disbelieve, Jack found at least one familiar face in the ocean of students that had come for class - Cass. Now, this was not at all something to get excited about. Cass could be naive, annoying, and maybe too honest and 'good,' for Jack to enjoy her company. Then again she was never a bore, which gave her a good mark in the book. "Hey Cass," Jack said wearily, not even looking up as he seated himself across from her. Sighing, he let his stuff careen to the floor. He hoped Cass got the hint he was in no mood for small talk. The only thing that interested him was the book she was holding in her hands. Oh, no. Don't tell me she's McGonagall's favorite. If she was, Jack might as well have killed himself right then and there. Ignoring the mice, Jack propped his head up on his hand and glumly wished the class would start so he wouldn't have to suffer much longer. Although this was clearly a great thing to think about, one thought kept on darting into his mind. What an interesting decision he had made for seating.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona rolled over in her four poster and pulled the sheets over her head to shut out the light that was coming from the room. Someone had turned on the light in the dormitory. She wondered who would be up at this point in time. She felt a familiar pawing at the back of her head through the sheets. She smiled wistfully as she rolled back over and heard the meow of the pure blooded Persian. "Dottie, can't you give me a moments rest?" Fiona asked with a smile as the cat quickly pawed her way into the covers and started to rub up against Fiona's face. It was obviously time to get up. However, Fiona wasn't in the mood to start her day in the class taught by the head of Gryffindor. Fiona might be talented in Transfiguration, but that didn't mean she enjoyed the class. She would rather just sit around with her da and figure out the different spells. However, that wouldn't be happening until she was of age. She was stuck here in Hogwarts until then.

Fiona sighed at the thought and picked her cat up from on top of her. She quickly rolled out of bed and sat her cat back on her bed. Fiona was surprised to see she wasn't the only one resting in. She smiled. Sometimes they pushed their limits, but they were purebloods. They could do whatever they wanted. Fiona's attention turned back to class and she frowned, but started to get ready. Dressing quickly she took her time fixing her hair up into a bun like feature. Her long red hair stood up on her head. She smiled at it as she pulled out some strands to frame her face. Her green eyes stood out a little more that way, set off by the red hair. She didn't waste time with make-up after all her complexion was way too beautiful to worry about that crap.

Within a few minutes Fiona had finished getting ready. Her cat was under her feet the entire time save for the time she was sitting on her bureau. Fiona pulled out her bag and stuffed in her Transfiguration book. She would need to have that for class, McGonagall was way too stingy to let that be forgotten. Fiona turned from the room looking at the last minute to see if she had forgotten anything. She hurried out of the dormitory and out of the common room, walking through the dungeons quickly. The dungeons were unusually bright this morning, or maybe she was just so accustomed to the darkness now that they seemed brighter.

Fiona squinted her eyes as she came out to the landing. The sunlight was bright through the glass. She cringed. Sometimes she felt like she wanted to be a vampire. She didn't have to worry about sunlight then. Turning from the light she headed up the staircase, too late in the morning to stop and eat a good breakfast. She didn't mind anyway, she wasn't that big on eating breakfast anymore.

Finally reaching the classroom she looked around it. Not many people had showed up yet. She spotted Jack and headed toward him, but stopped when she drew nearer. He was sitting at a table with Cassandra. Fiona raised an eyebrow at the girl and then turned to face Jack. "Really Jack, I thought you had better taste than that," Fiona said. She took another glance at Cassandra and headed toward the opposite side of the room. Sitting down at an empty set of tables. She didn't want to deal with the girl just yet. They hadn't really confronted each other since Fiona had tried to curse her in Hogsmeade. That had been a bad day before break, but she would be damned to let it happen again in front of a professor. Next time Fiona would succeed.

[darien]

Transfiguration was yet to start. Dare grinned and hummed “Foxy lady” to himself quietly as he stood at the Gryffindor table trying to pick out the perfect apple. It was hard to choose. There were apples that tasted a bit sour, those who were very sweet, those who were a bit dryer and those who were filled with juice. Yet which one to choose? Finally Dare decided on a medium sized apple that had one perfectly red side and the other side was tinted with a little bit of yellow. Throwing the apple into the air and catching it again Dare sauntered out of the Great Hall while whistling the familiar tune winking at the girl for who he pulled open the Great Hall door and signing of the girl to pass through the door before herself. Transfiguration classroom wasn’t far from the Great Hall so Dare reached it in no time. Pulling open the classroom door Dare grinned as he looked over the room with one glance even as he never haltered from his way towards the professors table.

“Good morning, professor McGonagall. You look as fresh and proper as ever. I just hope you do not over-work yourself. Don’t forget that breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” Dare said with a w ink and a smile as he placed the apple he had spent so much time picking out in the Great Hall on McGonagalls table. School was supposed to be one’s second home and that made your class teacher or at this case your head of your house almost like a second mother. So why not care a little and cheer up the woman as well. Everyone liked kindness after all. Turning with a light bounce in his step as the morning looked like a rather good one Dare made his way over to Taire.
“Vixen!” Bowing a dropping a loud kiss on Taire’s forehead Dare grinned and winked at the Hufflepuff girl moving aorudn her to sit on the edge of the table before her, “I most certainly didn’t forget you either. Such a sweet thing as you. Yet there might still be something more to sweeten your morning even more.”

With a wink Dare reached forward using a simple muggle trick that kids especially loved and so to say pulled out a piece of candy from Taire’s finger before presenting the delicate chocolate treat to Taire. Smiling lightly Dare hifted himself off the table-top once again and took the seat opposite from Taire before smiling at her widely once more: “Partners?”

[Nokomis Astarra H5]

Her books tucked under her arm she trotted down the hall and towards the transfiguration room. She was rather sure that nearly everyone would be there already, but for once she was also rather sure that she was not going to be late. She even managed to be dressed properly, in clean clothing. Mainly it was because she forced herself not to try and squeeze something quidditch related in before class. She tried to do that far too often and normally it did not end all that well. When she got to the classroom she saw that there was already a few Hufflepuffs there, and that Gary was there already. She made her way through the room and say down in a seat next to him and Ivy. "Hi...how has your morning been going?"

[janet]

Janet woke bright and early in the morning. Her excitement for the morning was almost unreal. She was definitely a morning person especially on the days she had her favorite class, Transfiguration. She couldn't wait to see what Professor McGonagall was going to be showing them today. She hoped it was something interesting and not so basic, which they hadn't really done in a while, which made Janet happy. She loved actually experimenting with the spells. She didn't like the whole basic aspect to them since she had read most if not all of the basic information before they actually attempted new spells. She didn't like it when the professor's lectured about the spells before they attempted them.

Janet shrugged her shoulders as she quickly dressed into her Hogwarts robes. She fluffed her curly hair and then turned to her four poster. She picked up her mass of books she was planning on carrying around with her. She put them in her bag and did a little spell to decrease the weight that she would be carrying. She smiled at the thought of magic as she pulled her bag up onto her left shoulder. She smiled as she headed out her the dormitory and common room toward the Great Hall to catch some breakfast before Transfiguration began.

The Great Hall was already bustling with students eating quickly so they could make it to class on time. Janet sat down at the Ravenclaw table chatting with friends and eating a light breakfast. It was here that an owl flew down and landed in front of her. She took the small parchment from it's leg and it took off again. The smile seemed to fade from her face as she opened the letter and began to read. She calmed herself as she folded the letter back up and stuffed it into her bag. She didn't want to think about that right now, especially since her favorite class was going to be soon. She sighed and smiled at her friends who seemed to have seen the distress in her face. She looked over at the Hufflepuff table and found her brother sitting with a bunch of his friends. "Excuse me, guys. I'll see you in class later," Janet said as she stood with her bag and headed toward her brother.

Jake looked up at her in surprise and turned from his friends. "What is it?" he asked her. "There's something I've been needing to tell you, but haven't. Grammy's sick. Her kidney's are failing. She won't go in for dialysis and she won't let anyone help her. She's pretty much giving up. I guess she's pretty sick right now. Mum's worried," Janet said quietly to her brother. She watched as the look on his face changed from happiness to depression in an instant. He shook his head. "Why did no one tell me?" he asked. "Grammy told me not to tell. I'm sorry Jake, we'll have to talk later I have to get to class," Janet said as she hurried out of the Great Hall breathing hard and trying to keep her emotions under control so she didn't show weakness.

Janet had plenty of time to calm down before she walked into the Transfiguration classroom. She smiled and nodded at Professor McGonagall as she took a seat in the front desks by herself. She stared at the mice on the table. She smiled at them as she pulled out her Transfiguration book and her wand. She looked up at Professor McGonagall and waited for class to begin so she could take her mind off of the news she had just received.

[ariel]

A ray of friendly sunlight filtered on to Ariel's face as she began to cross back from the world of sleep. Amazing how much she wanted to stay there this morning; usually she did not flounder around dreams and fantasy. Reality was her forte, and books. This morning wasn't particularly enjoyable, but Ariel had to give it some points for the sunlight. Yawning, she stretched and pulled of her covers. The chilly air hit her with lots of gusto. Shivering, Ariel thoroughly considered pulling the covers back over herself and forgetting she had classes to entertain her. That was unacceptable for Ariel, actually. Sliding out of bed, she had to stop a shriek as her foot collided with something furry. How come Oreo always came up? No matter where she went or what she did, he had something to do with it. Spoiled. That pretty much spelled it out.

Oreo didn't seem at all disturbed by the near squashing. In fact, he yawned and flexed his little claws. They were growing back. Wonderful. Ariel gave him a good morning welcome before moving on toward to mirror. Good God, she really needed to freshen up. Her eyes had bags under them and her hair... wow. It looked like Oreo had slept in it through the night, leaving it in a messy heap. Actually, that was quite possible. Casting her young kitten a glance over her shoulder, Ariel began to take a comb to the wild thing. It came out quite easy, much easier then she had thought at the beginning. A small mercy. This morning Ariel was in a rare mood; happy and thoughtful. This combination hardly ever entered her system. Today she decided she would leave her hair to its own devices, or in other words would leave it down, and then dressed into the formal Hogwarts robes. Lovely things. Absolutely astonishing. I mean, what was better then all black and blue with old fashion skirts and knee high socks? Hogwarts needed to revise their fashion sense.

Ariel entered Transfiguration looking perhaps a little flustered. So what though? At least I was in a cheery mood. Giving everyone in the room a cheeky smile (yes, even she admits that it felt a little strange on her features) and passed the desks until she reached the front. Then the job of seeking out a suitable companion that would not be annoying during class came up. Janet. She was sitting in front and was a great prospect to sit near. Ariel slid into the seat opposite her, since the desks were strangely put up together so they were in partners. She didn't mind; maybe this would be a nice change in atmosphere. As soon as Ariel saw the mice on the table though, her face changed dramatically. Disgusting! "Ugh! Do we really have to work with vermin?" She asked with pure venom as she eyed the mice. She didn't mean to assault Janet in such a fashion. But honestly, mice?! With a grimace, she turned away from the sight. For some strange reason, the mice had turned her off.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Hearing noises in front of her, she let her eyes look over the top of her book. Sitting down in front of her was none other than Jack Rendel. Jack offered his hello, and she looked around her with an inquisitive look. Surely there was another Cassandra in the room. Seeing that there wasn't, she put down her book. " Hey Jack. I see you are going to join me for this lesson." Picking up her wand, she pointed at one of the mice that was now scurrying around in front of her. " God knows what these are for. Of course, her classes are so fascinating. Transfiguration is my favoriate subject. You know, I've been taking private animagi lessons with McGonogall. I think I've got a really good chance of making the transition in a few years."

Jack looked at her without saying a word. Of course, Cass hadn't left enough space in between her sentences for him to answer. She was always eager to show off her knowledge in this subject since she considered herself gifted in the subject. " Well, by transition, I do mean the change into the animal form. McGonogall says that it will take a long time, but I really want to get it done before I leave Hogwarts. I'm pretty sure I've ready every book about animagi in the library. Did you know that there have only been seven registered animagi this century?" Once again, Cass didn't give Jack a chance to reply. " I think it is just amazing that more people haven't done it. It could be dead useful if anyone needed it in a crunch. Don't you agree?" Cass put her elbow on the desk, resting her chin in the palm of her upturned hand. Looking up at the ceiling, she began to dream. " I really hope I become a big cat. That would be incredibly amazing."

[tobias]

Tobias opened his eyes today and didn't want to get out of bed but that wasn't any different from other days. How he wished his life was more like the dreams he had but so far those wishes had gone on granted. He had to force himself out of bed as normal then finally got changed, he didn't know why he was so tired when he woke up some people wake up refreshed and happy. He just woke up more tired then when he fell asleep. He put on his uniform then grabbed his books for class also his wand and walked down to the common room there were people running around and talking loudly so he made his way out of there quickly and to the great hall for some breakfast. Tobias didn't even sit down when he got to the Gryffindor table, he just grabbed some toast and started to walk around till class was about to start.

Finally it was class time he was getting bored of walking around, so he made his way to charms class slowly. Finally making it to the door of the classroom he looked in, there was already a few students inside so he walked in and toke an empty seat away from most of the other students in the back. He pulled out his charm book and then put his head down trying to get a bit more sleep.

[ryan]

Transfiguration. Ryan grumbled angrily at seeing the lesson first thing tomorrow on his time-table and pushed the blanket back into his book-bag. Sometimes he wondered which imbecile put the time-tables together. Why was the hardest class of the day always the first? Why Potions or Transfiguration or Charms or something like that first always? And why was History of Magic left the last lesson while it would be so good to continue the morning nap in that class? It was simply unfair. Ryan snatched a cookie for the road as he decided to look at the bright side of life. Transfiguration would be over and after that the rest of his day would be easier.

Entering the Transfiguration classroom Ryan made sure that the first thing he did was to greet the professor loud and clear. Politeness first of all. Especially if it happened to be the class of one of the sternest teachers in Hogwarts and you weren’t overly talented in her subject. At least McGonagall was fair so when Ryan gave his best shot, she would hopefully take that as good enough. Not that Ryan’s best shot was that bad anyways. He was quite good when he put his mind to it as he didn’t mind spending time doing research and studying and practicing for hours upon no end. Only after greeting the professor did Ryan look around the classroom. Deciding by the positioning of tables they were supposed to pair up today. Ryan took a bit closer glance to the things on tables and grimaced. What? Were they having a rehearsing class today? Well, might be useful to make sure all his skills were honed. Good practice for the upcoming OWLs. But for a good mark you also had to have a good partner.

Ryan looked around the class. By the looks of it people were supposed to pair up. Ryan made his way over to his own year as well as house-mate.
“Cleo, may I ask what you are dreaming about?” Ryan asked with a slight teasing tone as he slid into the seat opposite from the red-head, “Dreaming of your prince Charming? Or rather Snake Charming as you seem to have find the Graas-boy rather fanciful lately. I couldn’t help but notice the pumpkin juice incident. Really, I was already afraid of you for a moment back then, because you have to be quite suicidal to drop a pitcher full of pumpkin juice on the top of a Slytherin’s head in the middle of the Great Hall just because you are ‘bored’.” Ryan eyed Cleo rather openly taking in the disheveled hair and grinning. He knew from light conversations that Cleo at least could laugh over herself as Ryan chuckled good-naturedly: “Well, taking into account your disheveled appearance that you didn’t have when you left the Great Hall this morning – am I right to presume that everything has been forgiven?”

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

received. With some amusement Minerva accepted an apple from mr. Fletcher in her own house knowing fully well that the boy was an incorrigible flirt. Not accepting the apple would cause much bigger scene than not accepting it so Minerva left the fruit on her table. As the time ticked to a point when she was supposed to start the class Minerva stood and walked around her table closing the classroom door with a small flick.

“Good morning to you all. As class has began now I expect you to put down all other sorts of amusement and to wake up.” Minerva stopped for a moment waiting for her command to be fulfilled before giving an approving nod and continuing her speech.
“Now, the task you all will be working on today will be explained soon, but before that I wish to set a question before all of you. It has come to my attention that not all of you have been paying attention in my classes and because of this the very delicate skill of Transfiguration seems ungraspable for some of you. Here at Hogwarts live animals are not tortured in any way, but when you look at the tables you are seated at you can see that you still practice on some living animals or birds.”
Minerva made one more short pause her eyes traveling over the classroom once more to make sure that everyone’s attention was on her.
“Can someone among you explain to me and the rest of the class as well why living animals may be transfigured without fear that it might cause any harm to the creature being transfigured?”

Minerva looked around the classroom leaving her students some time to ponder over the question that wasn’t an easy one, even she admitted this. Yet she expected to hear opinions and perhaps even a variety of them that were all somehow related to the truth behind this matter.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

The class settled down as Professor McGonogall called attention to the front of the class. Giving her undivided attention, she almost laughed when she posed her question. Raising her hand, she knew she had the answer. They had discussed this in her private lessons, and she had done extensive research on it for an essay.

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

“Ms.Blackfire. Please answer the question before I explain today’s assignments.” Minerva nodded briefly to the fourth year girl from her own house as she walked around her table to take her seat behind her desk.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

" That is an easy one, Professor," Cass couldn't help but smile smuggly in front of the class. Of course, half the school knew she was being tutored as an animagus, but Cass could never resist the look on most Slytherin's faces when she got one of McGonogall's hard questions right. " The same principle applies when an magus turns into their animal form. According to the Laws of La Fey, the mass of living creatures are redirected and molded to fit into whatever form they are being made into. So, for example, if we were to take this mouse in front of us and turn it into a teacup, the animal would still retain it's mass and composition, it would only be remolded into the form of a teacup. There are some theories that state the longer a living object stays in its incorrect form, it will begin to take on properties of that form. For instance, if the mouse were to take on the form of a teacup for a long period of time, months or years usually, it could have small changes to it when it turns back into a mouse. These things might include it's tail being stuck in the form of a handle or such. However, the creature will still keep it's natural composition. So, nothing about the creature changes, only its appearance. Now, there have been occurrences when the charges do cause pain or harm to the animal, but only when it is done by an untrained witch or wizard. That is why it is so important to make sure that the practical applications of any type of transfiguration are closely scrutinized."

Cass stopped talking and gulped a moment as a few people began to mutter behind her. Yes, it was a very Grainger-ish answer, but she couldn't help but showing off sometimes. It also helped Gryffindor get points even though she knew there was no way they would win the House Cup this year. They were so disgustingly behind. In any case, Cass knew she had more to offer on the subject, but she felt that the class would not appreciate her going on about it at such lengths.