Lesson 7 - N.E.W.T. Level

Sage walked into class late. she had been doing that a lot since her accident during Christmas brake. she had forgotten what classes when was taken and was still having problems remembering. she didn't exactly know what was going on so she took a seat and looked around at the other students and the professor. 'this is transfiguration so we must be transfiguration something' she thought to her self. then she noticed the little animals in front of every one and she smiled to her self.

A few other students were beginning to open their crates, oohing and aahing at the creatures inside them. In an ironic twist of fate, Elijah had receive a kitten, which was just all too fitting. The boy was nearly as obsessed with cats as he was with women, and that was saying something. Amelia hadn’t spoken to him in nearly six months. The last time they spoke he had told her he was going to be a father. Not to another adopted child, but to a real, flesh and blood, mini-Elijah. It almost goes without saying that Amelia didn’t take it well.

But although she had never actually dealt with all the feelings surrounding being let down yet again by another person, Amelia had successfully buried her emotions concerning Elijah, and it no longer hurt to watch him flirt with other girls – like he was doing now – or to see Chase around school with her steadily growing stomach. She had theorized, rationalized, and compartmentalized her way out of caring one way or the other on that situation, so she did nothing more than roll her eyes when Elijah and his desk mate began to play with their creatures instead of transfigure them.

Raising her wand above the crate, Amelia looked down on the small white rodent. Focusing her mind, she thought about the necessary Latin spell – ironic that the spell for Greek vase was in Latin – and formed the words with her mind’s tongue, without saying them aloud. The ferret, however, seemed to catch on to what was happening just in the nick of time, because when a jolt of purple light left Amelia’s wand, instead of connecting with the ferret, it singed a small part of the bottom of the wooden crate where the ferret used to be.

“Really?” Amelia hissed under her breath, giving the ferret a death glare as it cowered in the opposite corner from where it had been. Although Amelia’s wand work was very good, her aim left a lot to be desired, and if she was going to have to be chasing a moving target while simultaneously trying to do non-verbal transfiguration, the ferret’s life was going to be in serious jeopardy. And not from any faulty magic, either. It’s death would be intentional and caused by frustration of the redhead looking down on it.

Here we go again… Amelia thought, raising her wand once more above the crate.

After putting the finishing touches on the skirt of a ball gown, Trowa got to his feet. He poked his pencil behind his ear and walked out from behind his desk. He strode over to where the crates were stacked and he paused, one hand on the top crate, idly wondering which one he should pick.

Making his decision, Trowa picked up the crate he'd had his hand on and took it back to his desk. It was light enough but it was difficult to carry with no real room for him to put his fingers. Nevertheless, Trowa got it back to his desk without fail.

Now all he had to do was pluck up the courage to open the crate.

Biting the bullet, Trowa took the lid off and peered inside. To his surprise, he found a little white dove. It peered up at him and Trowa smiled gently. He put the lid down and put both hands inside the crate. He lifted the dove out and petted it gently with his index and middle fingers.

"Hello there." He murmured. "You don't mind if I turn you into a vase do you? I promise I'll turn you back straight away."

After the professor finished talking, Yumi got up lazily and walked over to the crates. She looked over the crates and lingered there deciding which on to take. She finally took one that was farther away from the others and walked back to her seat.

She set the crate down in front of her and she sat down. At first she only looked at it, not sure if she wanted to open it. Sighing, she finally decided to open it.She got up, took the cover off the crate, and peered inside at the animal.

To her surprise it was a fuzzy little squirrel. She had thought it would have been something larger and weird. She looked at the squirrel and smiled, showing it she wouldn't hurt it at all. She reached into the crate and gently placed her hand around the fuzzy little animal. She lifted it up out of the crate and set it down in front of her, trying not to startle it.

It lifted its head and its big brown eyes stared at Yumi for a short while, before looking back down at the spot where it stood.

Now just hold still… Amelia thought as she pointed her wand at the ferret, her face screwed up in concentration. The little rodent was the only thing standing between her and another ‘Outstanding’ grade in this class, and she wasn’t about to be outsmarted by an animal with a brain the size of a pea. She got much closer to the animal this time, partially standing with one knee on her chair and the other foot on the floor.

Murit ut vas! Amelia thought pointedly, focusing all her energy and thoughts into that one phrase, as was necessary to perform non-verbal magic. Any distracting thought could make a spell go drastically wrong, or cause nothing at all to happen.

This time, when the jet of purple light left her wand, it hit the ferret right across its long back as it tried to flee. For a moment, the tiny white thing was suspended in mid-air, glowing faintly before it shifted with a squelching noise followed by a small puff of smoke. After waving her hand in front of her face to dissipate the small amount of fog caused by the spell, Amelia looked down into her crate and smiled with satisfaction, for in the place where the ferret had been stood a small oval vase, black overall, but with pink and white markings.

Perhaps not historically accurate in color… Amelia thought to herself, But pretty good for a ferret.

Jake ran into the class, out of breath. What was wrong with him today? He had been late to almost all his classes. He sighed and tried to catch his breath. "Sorry for being late Professor." he said. He looked around the class and saw that everyone had an animal near them. He looked over at the crates and walked toward them. He knew he would need to take one anyways so he decided to take one right away.

He looked at them all and decided to take the crate farthest to the left. He picked up the crate and walked to his seat. He put his things down and placed the crate in front of him. He lifted the cover of the crate and peered inside. He found a white and brown hamster inside.

Jake smiled and gently picked up the little animal in his hand. He brought it up to his face and looked at it, and it looked at him. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I promise." he told the little hamster. He brought it down from his face to the table and gently placed it down, letting it walked a little.

''I do presume professor Wilson would correct the colours... but since I am not a Muggle Studies professor specializing in History, I shan't complain. A good job once again, 20 points for Ravenclaw. Bravo, Miss Lyons. As for the rest of you... the animals won't turn into vases by themselves. You have to practice. Finish up your tasks, there isn't much time left'', McCoy said.