Intermediate lesson (3rd to 5th years) on Transfiguration

Professor Jacob Carter

December 04, 2009 7:55 PM

Intermediate lesson (3rd to 5th years) by Professor Jacob Carter

Jacob Carter walked into his classroom once again this time a bit nervous. Not for himself but for his students. He had taken it easy on his beginner class because of their age but his intermediate class he would a bit harder on. Next year some one them would want to take his advanced courses but only the best would get through. This year he was a bit nervous about his advanced students not knowing whether or not they were up to par with his standers. But today was not about them it was about the students that were in front of him now.

His made his way to the front of his desk with a swish of his royal purple robes. “Good afternoon, I am Professor Carter, and you are my intermediate class.” He paused wondering if he should have put the third years with his beginner class. Too late now. “I will expect you to be on your best behavior, I will also expect more from you then you then some of you can handle. For my fifth years for some of you this will be your last year in Transfiguration as I will accept only the best grades in my classroom next year.”

With that he nodded and pointed at the board which read. Vanishing Spells . “Now vanishing spells are among the hardest spells you will learn here in my classroom. They are highly dangerous and anyone who messed around today will be sent out from the classroom for the rest of the year.”

Finally he made his way to each desk and dropped off a small rubber snake. “We will start with nonliving things and work our way to larger living objects. Now the key to Vanishing Spells are to believe that whatever it is is no longer there. So before beginning close your eyes and picture your desk empty then cast the spell.” He made his way back up to his desk closed his eyes and tapped the desk and it disappeared. With another tap the desk was back and he smiled. “You may begin.” He said as he sat down.

OOC: There’s not a lot in canon about Vanishing Spells so your imagination will take you very far in this class. Normal posting length please.

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Bye bye hiss hiss by Charlotte Abbott

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Charlotte Abbott

December 10, 2009 11:51 AM

Bye bye hiss hiss by Charlotte Abbott

Third year meant that Charlie was finally out of the beginner classes. Obviously, everyone had to start somewhere, and it wasn't as if she'd found the work particularly easy, but it just sounded better to be in an intermediate level class. Despite the fact that she was learning the same material as the fifth years, and this indicated a level of difficulty that Charlie found a little intimidating, the third year was nevertheless looking forward to learning some higher level magic. She sat in the front row of the class because there was a new Professor (again) and she wanted to make a good impression. So she smiled at him when she caught his eye, and she made notes while he told the class about vanishing spells. okay, so Professor Carter wasn't as laid back as Charlotte generally preferred teachers to be, but he could be worse. He could be like Professor Taylor.

Charlie appreciated that the vanishing spell would be a good spell to learn. She peered down at the rubber snake dropped on the desk in front of her and decided she would rather it was invisible. Before she started, Charlotte checked the wand movement and incantation in the textbook. Then, when she was ready, she closed her eyes, imagined an empty desk, and incanted, "Evanesco." Opening her eyes, Charlie uttered a small, "Huh," as she examined the now headless snake on the desk before her. This would be harder than she thought.

"If it were real, would it still be alive if I just vanished its head?" she wondered aloud to the person in the adjacent seat.

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Grayson Wright

December 10, 2009 11:55 PM

Thank goodness. by Grayson Wright

Gray plodded into Transfiguration with reluctance, sitting down as though expecting a bomb to go off at any second in the immediate vicinity of his desk. He'd picked one in the front row at random, and for no better reason than to make sure he could see, though, and felt no particular feelings for it. It was what he might see or do in it that could be problematic.

He and his adoptive sister were both weird, which was why it seemed only reasonable that while he was a writer with an indifferent amount of skill with a wand, she was doing her college minor in Defense and had made straights Os in the traditionally masculine subject of Transfiguration as long as she'd been in school. She also more or less lived for the thrill of pushing herself to the limits, and that was where the problem came in. Maybe it was idle paranoia on his part, but he thought people expected him to do the same. And that just wasn't possible.

Gray wasn't a fighter. He liked having all the wits he had been born with, and that could make a few fall by the way. Maybe it would have been different if he'd had any extras, but he had enough difficulty getting by as it was when the matter of common sense came up. Academically, he was good; in the real world, he was increasingly aware that he was a fish out of water.

When a fake snake landed on his desk, Gray decided it was a point of discipline not to move back. He didn't like snakes, even imaginary ones. It wasn't a big deal, nothing to send him bolting from the room, but it was enough that he would have been infinitely happier if they'd had a little variety in undesirable species to Vanish.

Maybe it would help, though, that he didn't. He wanted the thing gone. That had to be worth something. He had noticed that he did much better in Defense on those occasions when he thought he might be in present or future danger; if not for that time he'd seen Anne and Layne bouting to help her prepare for RATS, he doubted he ever would have gotten the Shield Charm down properly. Anne could be scary sometimes, and he lived with her.

He didn't manage to Vanish a bit of the snake, but it did turn an interesting shade of purple. He was contemplating that in reflective silence, accepting the reality that he was going to fail his CATS, when he heard the girl beside him speak.

He didn't really recognize her, but then, he had his little set that he usually worked with and had to assume that most people did. Of course, his group was pretty much made up of a grand total of two people, but never mind. He'd seen her face around, but couldn't come up with a name. Faces were easier than names. "I think so," he said, aware that it was far from the confidence probably expected of a fifth year. "I remember seeing bits of stuff wriggling when my, uh, cousin was learning to do this."

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