Professor Lilac Crosby
September 17, 2011 11:17 AM
Rock <s>Lobster</s> Dog! [Sixth and Seventh Years!] by Professor Lilac Crosby
Lilac smiled as she glanced around her empty classroom. In front of every seat was a rock, some big and some smaller. Soon enough the Advanced students would trickle in, all, she was certain, eager for class. It was a lovely class, really, Transfiguration. Almost an art sometimes.She felt particularly perky today, feeling much easier and more at peace than she had early in the year. She felt happy despite having forgotten to straighten her hair. Therefore, it was the tangled mess it naturally formed into. She did dress professionally as she had been for some time now, although she longed for her old slippers. They were much softer than these stiff flats.
Speaking of hard things, the rocks on the desks wouldn’t feel too good if dropped. She warned of this as the students began to enter. “Careful not to knock the stones off!” It was probably an obvious thing, but she figured she ought to say something just in case. “Homework on my desk, please.” It hadn’t been too hard an assignment, only a half-page on situational Transfiguration: what to do if placed in a certain scenario, what to Transfigure to what.
After everyone was seated, a flick of her wand shut the door. “Good day, class,” beamed the professor. “Today’s incantation is Canis Vivens.” As she spoke it, the words wrote themselves on the board, a pronunciation accompanying the regular spelling. Kay-NIS vee-VENS.
“The wand movement,” she said before demonstrating, “is a soft curve counter-clockwise, followed by a swift flick downwards. Canis Vivens!” A dim purple light shot out of her wand and hit the rock sitting on her own desk, about medium-sized. The rock transformed into a dog, a border collie.
With an Untransfiguring wave of her wand and a nonverbal incantation, the dog turned to stone and then resumed its lumpy shape. “That’s what should happen,” summarized the brunette. “Please note that you need to envision the type of dog you want your rock to turn into. You can only make it around the same size as the rock, so if you have a small rock but envision a Great Dane, it will be only about the size of a Chihuahua.”
“Oh, and do note,” she added hastily, “that this will qualify as Transfiguring a living thing into another living thing if you account for the moss on the rocks.” Lilac had purposely left the green organism alone. “If you think inanimate to animate, you may have some problems, such as moss-coated dogs.”
“Any questions?” Once any confusion was quelled and all question answers, she concluded, “Then get started! Feel free to help each other out if need be, or ask me if you need something. You know where I’ll be.” With that, she took a seat at her desk and started going over the handed-in homework. She trusted the sixth and seventh years not to cause too much trouble.
OOC: Hello there, dear Advanced class! Let’s have some nice long, descriptive, content-packed posts. Y’know, stuff you usually do. Tag Lilac if she’s needed, or feel free to ask a neighbor for help. There are some pretty smart cookies in this class. Happy posting!
Subthreads: ...Why would you have said lobster? by Adelita Garcia (Crotalus)
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Adelita Garcia (Crotalus)
September 27, 2011 9:23 PM
...Why would you have said lobster? by Adelita Garcia (Crotalus)
Since midterm, Lita’s mood had elevated tremendously. Prior to midter, Lita had been depressed. Moody. But Juri had showed up on her doorstep on Christmas Eve and everything changed. After they had fought for awhile and Lita let out everything that had bothered her for the past year out, they both admitted their feelings and eventually Juri asked her out officially. It was weird and awkward considering the situation – her parents and grandparents were in the next room – but it was worth it in the end.Of course, since returning to school, the two of them had kept a low key. Neither of them wanted to be a spectacle to anyone or have rumors thrown about. Instead, they ate together as they had when they were only friends and went to whatever classes they had together together. After Christmas Eve, Lita had sent an owl immediately to Charlie to tell her everything. But, Adelita wasn’t entirely sure anyone else was aware of their dating. Dulce did, and possibly the Kerrigan girls, but she doubted it went beyond that. Still, she was happy with that. And, she found out that Juri had also applied to Julliard. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if they both got in! It was slim, but still a possibility.
Lita forced herself to focus on the lesson at hand instead of her boyfriend. She had purposely sat away from him because she was always getting distracted with thoughts of him. So, to keep herself occupied, she watched the professor instead. She didn’t understand the point of this lesson. Shouldn’t they be learning human transfiguration at this level? It was the hardest form of transfiguration. And yet, they are instead learning this? They had used rocks a million times, whether or not there were spores on them had never mattered before. Oh well, Professor Crosby never made sense before, she had no reason to think she’d make any sense now.
Taking her wand, Adelita looked at the medium sized rock in front of her. She had never really wanted a dog before. Ever. Jorge had wanted one once. But their parents had decided that with all of their commitments and with the girls off at school, there would be no point to an animal. So, she knew nothing about dogs. She knew some big ones, little ones, and medium ones. But she didn’t really know specific breeds.
And then she recalled a little white dog that she had seen in the park back at home. It was the most darling little dog ever. If Lita ever had a dog of her own, she wanted that little muffin. Thinking only of that dog, Adelita mimicked the Professor’s wand movement while saying the incantation. To her amused delight, the rock in front her had been transfigured into a small fluffy West Highland White Terrier. “Hello, cutie pie!” Adelita said lightly to the dog. “If you were real and I was allowed a pet, I would totally want you. But I can’t and you aren’t real.” Lita sighed, but pet the dog anyway. He wiggled his tail and yelped. The yelp scared her, but she giggled anyway.
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...Why would you have said lobster?
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