Janette Wolfe

April 16, 2010 5:11 PM
Janette entered her very own classroom, a bubble of excitement lifting her spirits. She couldn't wait to meet her students. Teaching has always been something she had wanted to do, and now that she was here, she felt wonderful.

Her bright blue robes swept the floor as she approached her desk, sitting behind it. Her eyes skimmed over the roster, though she had probably looked over it fifteen times already. She was nervous, she had to admit. How would they react to her? Would they be bothered by her tattoo's? Or would they be in awe? Were they behaved? Would she have to deduct points?

She shook her head, hoping for a bit of clarity. Everything would be fine. As the students began entering the room, a sudden calmness and serenity enveloped her. She stood and grinned, her arms wide open. her eyes friendly and inviting. She watched the students sit down, and as every murmur was silenced, she began.

"Welcome to Transfiguration! My name is Janette Wolfe, and I am your professor. You may call me Professor Wolfe, Professor Janette, or even Professor Jane. I'm not particularly picky." As she said this, she walked out from behind her desk so she could see them better.

"Transfiguration is a rather dangerous art- fooling around during the lessons won't be tolerated, I'm afraid. As some of you may know, Transfiguration has different branches. Some of these are Animagus, which is significantly dangerous, Animate to inanimate, vice versa, Cross-species, and Conjuration- to name a few. Now, this assignment will be relatively new for the first years. But for the second years, it will act like as a review." Janette finished with a smile. She skimmed over the student's reactions, whether they were pleased or annoyed mattered little to her. What did matter was that they got this right.

"Let's begin." Janette began. "You will notice three randomized objects your desk. They have different qualities about them that I want you to take note of. Examine them and jot down all the details you can think of. For example, write if it is smooth or rough, soft or not, light or heavy, and so one. Pay particular note of the colors.

"When you are finished taking your notes, point your wand at the object and imagine it changing into something similar. I don't want you to change it into anything alive, simplicity is best at the present moment. However, the changed object must have some similar qualities of the original object. For example, I am going to change this button," she held up a red button, slightly transparent and with swirls of white, "into a pebble. Like so."

Holding her palm out for all to see, she made the elaborate wand movements, slightly exaggerated for the benefits of the first years, and tapped the button and said, "Mutatio."

Janette held it between her fingers so that the students could see the difference of the button. It was now a pebble, slightly red in color. It was the same color as the button as well.

"You pronounce it Moo-tay-shio. Before you cast the spell, it is crucial that you keep in mind the item you have, and the item you want it to be. If you do not, something will go wrong, and it will likely seem disfigured. When you are finished, turn them in as well as your notes. Do not worry about transfiguring them back- your magic won't sustain the transfiguration for long."

Janette smiled comfortingly. "I realize it may seem like a huge task, but relax. Everything will be fine. Don't be afraid to ask me anything if you need it. Be creative, and good luck!"

OOC: Usual rules apply, ten sentences minimum. Don't worry about the notes, I'm not expecting an essay. Use details, your imagination, and have lots of fun!
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Marian Parker

April 17, 2010 10:12 AM
Reading and simple spell work had taken up the majority of Marian Parker’s first few days at Sonora. She wanted to do well in her classes and figured that, being a muggleborn, she’d have to work extra hard to catch-up to the level she thought purebloods would be at. They had, she reasoned, been closer to magic longer and might have an upper hand. Always one to worry about grades, she wanted to even the playing field and thus studied her butt off.

Still, she hadn’t socialized as much as she had wanted to. Coming to a magic school had her excited to meet new people. So far she’d only really talked to two people: Ellie and Dani. Dani didn’t seem like she was interested in friends, though she reminded Marian strongly of her strict parents so she had Marian’s respect still. Ellie thought was by far a more outgoing person, like how Marian wanted to be. She was so kind, but was hard to find. Marian sighed, wishing her first friend would appear and make this lesson more fun.

Then the professor started to speak. The first year smiled at Professor Wolfe. While the teacher’s tattoos were a bit unorthodox and her parents certainly wouldn’t like to know their daughter’s teacher had so many, she thought the professor seemed to care as much about the subject as she did the students.

When she was finished speaking, she looked down at her objects. Having already practiced the spell on her own in the library since it was one of the ‘need-to-know’ ones in her text book’s first chapter, she was prepared to change some things. She looked at her objects and tried to think about what they could become.

She had a mirror, a small pile of sand, and a small cloth. She pointed to the mirror and said, “Mutatio,” in a firm voice. The mirror started to bend and it became a clear glass goblet. She pointed her wand to the next object and said the spell, making the pile of sand into a slab of rough bark since the sand had been coarse. She looked at her towel and frowned, not being too sure what to do with it.

She looked to the person next to her, but was too shy to ask them for their opinion. So she stared at her object and willed for an idea to come to her. She’d never been all that creative.
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Starbuck Gregory

April 17, 2010 2:04 PM
Starbuck breezed into Transfiguration with a grin on her face. She was not going to miss Professor Carter and hoped that Professor Wolfe would be a bit nicer. The now self assured muggleborn sat down and pulled out her books. Last year at this time she had been nervous about the subjects, at the time she thought the wizarding students would have the upper hand and that proved to be false. She had done just as good as the others, in some areas she had done better. She tossed her red hair behind her ear and grinned.

She listened to Professor Wolfe and sighed it seems they would be repeating the same lessons from last year. She sighed and looked over at the girl next to her who was already Transfiguring her items. Starbuck herself has a cleaning sponge, a green plastic cap, and a small ball of yarn. She rubbed her head and before picking up her wand and saying. “Mutatio.” The sponge turned into a hard coral. She grinned at it glad that Ishmael had shown her the corals he collected this summer.

When she looked over at the girl next to her she grinned. “You need help?” She asked.
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Marian

April 17, 2010 11:50 PM
Marian almost fell over. The girl beside her had asked her if she needed help! Did she look lost? Could she lose points for looking confused and attracting attention? Did she really need anyone’s help? Marian shook her head as she look at the towel and no ideas came. Unless she wanted to hang out in the Transfiguration room all day, asking for help might not be such a bad idea. It wasn’t like she didn’t know the spell, just the whole ‘be creative’ thing flew right over her head.

She blushed when she made eye contact with the red head and looked away quickly. “U-um… uh, well, you see…” she rubbed her hands on her wand, feeling suddenly nervous. This would be the third magical person she ever talked to in her life. It was somehow more nerve-wracking then the thought of talking to a muggle, which bothered her back when she thought she was one. To make it all more stressful, the girl looked older than Marian did – she had to be an upperclassman! Why would she talk to a lowly first year?

Noticing the towel again, she decided to swallow her fear. She wasn’t about to fail an assignment for struggling with ideas.

“U-uh-umm… well, you see, I just c-can’t think of anything to make the towel.” She pointed to the baby blue cloth on her table, the only thing not transformed. She tried to give the girl a friendly smile. “Do you think… is it alright…” she summoned her courage and asked, “D-do you mind helping me think of something?” If the redhead had no suggestions, she figured her towel would be made into another towel, and she couldn’t picture Professor Wolfe appreciating that.
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Starbuck

April 18, 2010 1:36 PM
Starbuck smiled at the girl as she spoke she seemed a bit nervous. “Well a towel could be turned a piece of carpet.” She said with a smile. “But besides that maybe a blanket?” She was glad she hadn’t gotten the towel the yarn would be hard enough.

She pushed back her red hair and smiled again as she went back to focusing on her own items. What could the green cap be turned into? She closed her eyes and pictured the green cap turning into a small army man. ‘That will work.’ She thought as she opened her eyes.

“Mutatio.” She said and the cap turned into a perfect replica of the army man. She giggled a bit thank god Ahab still had a bunch of Army Men around his room. She would have to write her brothers a letter as soon as she got out of class. She was starting to miss her brothers.

She looked over at the other girl. “I’m Starbuck Gregory, second year Pecari.” She said holding out her hand. “And you are?” She hoped that girl wouldn’t be too nervous about talking to her still it wasn’t like Starbuck was going to bite her or anything.
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Marian

April 19, 2010 4:22 PM
After Starbuck introduced herself, Marian didn’t get the feeling she was hassling the second year as much as she first thought. Leaning her hand out carefully, she met Starbuck’s hand and shook. “Hi, my name is Marian Parker. I’m a f-first year.” She took her hand back and quickly added, “An Aladren first year, since you said your house… um, well that’s mine.”

Her parents had given her private lessons with more instruments than she needed to know, private tutors with foreign names, and lessons on things that won’t matter ever, and yet they never thought to have her work on her social skills. As proud as Marian had been of her grades, she didn’t think that she’d be very happy here if she focused only on school. She wanted to have friends like Ellie and Starbuck, but she was just so darn self-conscious! How do you break out of that?

“Um, and thanks a lot, for the suggestion, you know. I think, if it’s alright with you, I’ll take the carpet idea.” She bowed her head and performed the spell perfectly as practiced, smiling again at Starbuck for her help. “And you seem to be doing well, too… those are good figurines.”

She tried to let Starbuck focus on her work. Marian was probably just being a distraction. No one liked to be bothered when they were trying to concentrate. She finished up her notes and gathered her things before she noticed the ball of yarn still in front of Starbuck. She pursed her lips and wondered aloud, “I wonder if the yarn could be made into something like Twizzlers…?” Hopefully the girl wouldn’t laugh at her suggestion, she wanted to make a good impression after all.
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