As much as Lilac missed her slippers, she decided she was going to continue dressing more like a teacher for a while. There were a few reasons for that. Firstly and most importantly, she felt like the students respected her more when she acted more… normal. Lilac knew she sometimes acted strangely, and maybe she looked weird sometimes with her distracting colors and wild hair, but that was just who she was. The brunette was colorful--usually orange. Her hair was naturally curly and wild. However, if making herself a little more mild was what it took to get through to her students, Merlin darn it, that’s what she was going to do.
On a more superficial level, the twenty-seven year old kind of liked the way it looked. Of course she liked the way she looked before, but it was kind of nice to see herself with straightened hair and formal clothes. Sometimes she did such things with her hair for formal events, but it was almost like the thought of actually succeeding to get it to do what she wanted on a daily basis had alluded her until now.
Today she was wearing black pin-strip dress pants instead of a skirt if only because it was easier to maneuver in. Having missed her orange, she expressed it in her blouse, though paler and softer than her preferred deep and vivid color. Again Lilac made her hair straight, but this time she pulled it up in a bun; she just barely had enough hair for it. She wore glasses with a thin frame, the same color as the blouse; she didn’t need them to see normally, but they did help reading sometimes.
“Good day, class,” she greeted with a white smile as the Intermediate years began to pour in. She waited for even the last few stragglers to find their seats, even if they had gotten there after it was time they would have been late. As long as the tardiness was not ridiculous, it didn’t really concern Lilac.
“You should notice,” the professor began the lesson, pushing her glasses up her nose like an old teacher of hers used to do, “the small figurines on your desks. They are all of rabbits.” She produced her wand from her pocket and flicked it at the door, which slammed shut and locked. “We are transfiguring the statues to real rabbits, I have locked the door to prevent live rabbits from running through the school.”
Aiming her wand at the rabbit statue sitting on her own desk, she enchanted, “Lapifors.” Accompanying the words was a strong wand action, a thrust forward. The statue took the form of a real rabbit, which looked rather scared and also rather similar in coloration to the character Thumper in the Muggle children’s movie Bambi. The Thumper-resembling rabbit ran wildly about the room until eventually hiding under Lilac’s desk.
“That wand movement is a strong jab.” She demonstrated in the air once more. “Be sure to say the incantation loud and clear. I will come by and Untransfigure your rabbits when you succeed once and would like to try again. Work together if you want. If there aren’t any questions, go ahead and get started.” On that note, she left the students to their work, and as her rabbit poked its head out from under the desk, her aimed wand Untransfigured it to its normal state. She lifted the figurine and placed it on her desk before sitting at her desk to await a question or concern from a student.
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Bunnies... by Andrew Duell with Sophia Randolph, Pecari
Andrew got to Transfigurations early, that was nothing new. He found a seat near the front and unloaded his books, notes and the other things he'd need for the class. This also was nothing new. After that, he began to look around the room watching the other students filter in. This was new. Usually at this point he was reviewing his notes from the last class or reading ahead in the book. The strange thing was, he wasn't entirely sure why he was doing it. Then he realized why, he was looking for Marissa. Okay, this was getting a little out of hand, he was going to have to do something.
To that end, he forced himself back into his standard routine. He flipped open his book and made himself read until Professor Crosby started talking. That was when he noticed her strange attire. Technically, perfectly normal attire, which is what made it so strange. He filed it away as just another aspect of her oddity. He scribbled down notes at her brief explanation of the day's assignment. This was going to be interesting. The transition from inanimate to animate was not something he was entirely certain of. Turning one inanimate thing into another was simple enough, it was just rearranging atomic structure. Changing something that was alive into something else that was alive wasn't terribly difficult either, that was jut resculpting the cells. Making something that is alive into something that wasn't was something of a challenge. Now, this...? He would have to think about it a bit.
The probably with living things is the 'lifeforce' or whatever you wanted to call it. Something made it alive, something more than just a rock. There was an extra energy around and within it. He had before move it around, transplanted, and even suppressed it. Now he'd have to create it, generate it? How would he do that? The book didn't really go into that subject to much, that bother him a bit. The book was supposed to explain and teach him, and it just glossed over that bit. He would have to hope that the spell itself would take care of it, he didn't like that one bit.
Without looking up, he asked whoever was around him, "What do you think about this?"
Sophia had woken up a tad bit later than she usually did, which meant that was going to be later for class or would need to skip something of her daily routing to be on time. The Pecari decided for the latter, she wasn’t a very big fan of unpunctuality. With that in mind, the blonde third-year ran to the Transfiguration class. Her hair was disheveled, since she didn’t have time to braid it, her robes were askew. However, she was more worried about being on time. She could worry about her appearance once she was safely inside the classroom.
Once she was inside, she felt better. She sat down and began making sure her appearance was decent. She braided her long blonde hair while Professor Crosby began explaining the lesson for the day. She stopped when the full extent of the lesson hit her. She needed to do what? Sophia blinked twice, and got her book out, she needed to read about it. However, her book wasn’t very helpful. She closed it and sighed. What was she going to do? She didn’t want to ask for the Professor’s help, it would be embarrassing. She was in a room full of upperclassmen! She wished Renée was here, or to be in a Beginners class.
The Pecari third-year finished with making her appearance look decent, before really thinking about what was going to do with the lesson. She needed good grades, or her parents would become upset that she wasn’t taking advantage of the opportunity they were giving her. Sophia tapped her fingers on the desk, while wrinkling her nose. The small figurine was on her desk, she looked at it, like it had personally insulted her.
She was plotting the demise of the small thing when a boy next to her asked her a question; she blinked, since she didn’t recognize him. Sophia assumed he was way older than her, “I don’t know what to think about the lesson.” It was an honest answer. “Do you have any idea of how to make something dead, alive?” in a manner of speaking, you couldn’t bring something dead back to life with magic. “Or make something inanimate, animate?” she rephrased her question. She didn’t want to be seen as dumb by him.
I've never been very strong on that subject
by Andrew
Andrew looked at the girl, he didn't recognize her. She must be one of the third years, this would be something of a rough class for a third year. Professor Crosby must be counting on the older kids to help out the younger ones. Well, he really wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but he might be able to help her along. He smiled at the girl. "That's a good differentiation to catch. I'm not entirely sure how this all works out, but I'm pretty sure we're not creating life." He gestured toward the professor's rabbit figurine. "I don't think she really gave it 'life' the magic of the spell just simulated it." He was half making this up as he went along, he really had no idea and it sounded good.
That did give him a little better basis to work off of though. He picked up and looked at his own figurine. It was a rabbit, nothing really special about it, but he tried to memorize every aspect about it that he could. It's shape, weight, texture, smell, etc. He talked while he was working, "I'm not sure what process you've worked out for yourself to do these transfigurations, but I try to make as complete of an image of the subject in my head." He place the figurine back on the desk in front of him. "Then I try to make a similar image of what I want it to become. Then I can map out all the changes that need to be made. After that it's just a matter of casting the spell and letting it do the work that I set in front of it." He closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment he stabbed his wand forward with a "Lapifors!" and unleashed the spell.
The figurine slowly grew and white hair sprouted from it, another moment later and there was a white rabbit sitting on Andrew's desk. It seemed to be 'alive'. It was breathing, looking around curiously, and wiggling its pink nose. It had actually worked. The spell had taken quite a bit of magical power, he assumed that was the energy that was animating it. "Hmmm... that didn't come out to bad. The energy from the spell is sustaining the animation, I wonder how long it will last. What happens to the extra energy that is left over when it is turned back before it runs out?" These questions he was mainly asking himself, he was pretty sure the third year didn't have the answers.
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Sophia listened to the boy give an explanation of what the lesson entailed, he seemed to know what he was talking about, and she was glad for it. The third-year had no idea what to do, but she was sure that lessons were going to get harder and harder as time passed. It was just part of growing up, she knew. The Pecari watched as the boy worked on his transfiguration, she smiled when he produced a rabbit out of the figurine. Sophia smiled up at him, “Nice work.” The green-eyed third-year blinked, and refrained from answering his last question, since she had absolutely no idea about the correct answer. For the first time, she wished she was older and wiser, working alongside an upperclassman tended to be intimidating. They knew a lot of things she didn’t, and was keen on learning. However, she was on the right path.
She wasn’t sure she would be able to transfigure it like he had done. Nevertheless, she gave it a try. Sophia followed the advice given by the boy, she envisioned a live rabbit, just like he had said, and swished her wand and said the incantation. Of course, it didn’t work. The only thing resembling a live rabbit was the whiskers that protruded from the figurine. Sophia laughed at her failed attempt. It would have been a miracle if she had done it, it was only natural for her to be behind everyone else, considering she was a mere third year compared to the fourth and fifth years that were attending the class. However, she was confident that she would eventually get it. Maybe not today, but someday soon.
She realized that she didn’t know his name, “Sorry, I am Sophia Randolph.” The blonde looked at the rabbit and petted it before looking at the boy again, “What year are and house are you in?” she asked curiously, after all, they were working together. She couldn’t resist it and she grabbed the bunny and cuddled it. She wasn’t a fan of big, scary animals, but bunnies were cute and cuddly. The Pecari looked at her own whiskery figurine and watched as the whiskers slowly faded away. She still had a lot to learn.
Andrew watched the girl cast her spell, and smiled when her figurine sprouted whiskers. He guessed that she was one of the third years sine he didn't recognize her at all. He knew his class, and he could at least point out most of the fourth years, but he that was about it. He was going to have to work on that. He was a prefect after all, he was supposed to know these things, wasn't he? Granted he was Teppenpaw's prefect and he knew the Teppenpaw's a bit better then the rest of the school. Still, he should probably at least know year and house of the rest if nothing else.
Anyway... the girl, who wasn't in Teppenpaw, had done well for starting out with this sort of thing. He was going to compliment her, when she introduced herself. Right, introductions that was how you learned peoples names and such. He filed her name away, somewhere he would more than likely promptly forget it. Part of his problem, he had learned long ago, was that he was not good at hanging onto names. Oh well.
"My name is Andrew Duell, I'm the Teppenpaw prefect." He grinned at Sophia as she snuggled the bunny. "So what all has Professor Crosby had you working on before you came in here? This is a pretty big step along the Transfiguations road. I'd suggest trying to focus on a part of the rabbit to start, but I don't think that will work so well in this case. Why don't you give it another try?"
His rabbit abruptly changed back into a figurine as he talked. "Hmm..." he muttered aloud, "looks like it needs more juice."
Chastity enjoyed dipping in and out of the classes of the more tolerant staff members. It was more the principles of teaching than the content that fascinated her. There were just as many girls as boys in the school and they all had classes together. No one had thought it worth teaching anyone from her class much about anything when she was alive, except how to cook and keep a home. The fine society ladies had learnt things like embroidery and singing but no one had ever thought you needed to teach them the same things as boys! She was sure there were still poor girls like her somewhere who didn't get the chance to come school but it gave her pleasure to think that these ones here were going to grow up with more choice than housewife or the route she'd taken.
She swept silently through the wall of the classroom and was pleased to see that it belonged to a young, female professor. Partly she was pleased to see the lady had a nice job but she'd found in general that young staff members were a bit more relaxed about her presence. Although with her hair all pulled back and her glasses on the end of her nose, this one looked like she might be rather formal. She was also wearing men's clothing, though Chastity had seen several women doing this and had begun to suspect there was no correlation between it and any particularly male traits, like aggression, or tendency towards renegade behaviour. Maybe it was just one of those strange things that was considered acceptable these days, like women cutting their hair short.
She gasped a little in surprise as the lady turned the little statue on her desk into a real live creature. For all that she was uneducated, Chastity knew that you couldn't just make something dead be alive again. She was sure that it couldn't really be. There was no great secret that had been kept from her cos she didn't move in the right circles or know clever enough people. After all, there were posh ghosts too, who had had all the money and education in the world. No, there had to be some kind of... thing. A theory. A technicality. Something she wouldn't really understand that made it not really the same thing at all. But it looked so real.
She drifted up to a desk at the back of the room and through it so she could turn to face the student working there (though, of course, she took care to avoid stepping through them - even someone with her manners knew that wasn't right).
"Are you really making it alive?" she asked, with just a touch too much interest in her voice.
Sophia smiled at Andrew, “Nice to meet you.” The third-year straightened her robes, mentally kicking herself for getting up late and arriving at class so disheveled. She wasn’t one to dwell on such things, but then again, she hadn’t spent that much time with older boys. It was a weird feeling, one she decided to ignore for the time being. They were at class, learning. Also, the topic at hand needed her full attention, she didn’t want to be seen as stupid by Andrew or something like that.
The Pecari continued to cuddle the rabbit, until it suddenly became cold and stone-like. She looked down at it, and realized that it had changed back into a figurine. She left it on top of the desk, and looked at Andrew, “We were working on inanimate to inanimate.” It was a part of education to go from easy to hard. So, Sophia wasn’t that worried about that. She was certain she would need to work hard to catch up with the upperclassmen, but she wasn’t scared. Sophia nodded to his advice, but was wary about trying it again. She preferred to watch Andrew work. She looked at the little figure, “How about you try it again?” she smiled at him.
She learned better by watching, then trying. After Andrew did it, she was going to try it again. She just needed to feel more confident about it. Sophia was certain that it would be for the better. “Do you mind doing it first, again?” the Blonde smiled sweetly at him. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and eagerly waited for Andrew to start once again. It would give her time process everything that Andrew had said to her, her mind worked in weird ways, but she was sure it would help her in the long run, or she really hoped. For the first time she was realizing that boys were boys, not just playing partners. She was supposed to like boys, and she was beginning to realize that she actually did. Go figure. Her mother was going to be proud about this.
Andrew thought a moment, then nodded at her. "Alright, I think I can handle that." He placed his figurine back in front of him on the desk. "Let's see what we can do." He gave the girl a wink, cracked his knuckles and flourished his wand. Sophia was a visual learner, there was a slight problem with that. Most of his method for doing what he did was mental, it wasn't really something that could be watched. He could talk while he did it, but he didn't know how helpful that would be. Maybe there was another way to help her.
"Okay, let's try stepping through the process." He closed his eyes and began focusing again. "The first thing is to alter the figurine to the correct size and shape." He waved his wand and the figurine grew and became more detailed. "Next let's go for coloring," he swished his wand a bit and most of the rabbit statue change white. It's nose was pink and eyes were black. "Okay, now it's starting to look like a real rabbit. I find that the less differences you need to deal with during a transfiguration the easier it becomes. Now I think we're ready for the actual spell." He refocused once more and stabbed his wand forward once more while chanting the magic word. The rabbit softened and blinked again.
"The actual cast you have to just trust in the spell. It shapes and directs the energy to simulate life, I guess if you get good enough, you could do it yourself. But I have no idea how you figure out how to do that yourself. I'm going to have to look into that a bit." He looked back over at Sophia and smiled, "I think it's your turn again."
Sophia beamed when Andrew accepted her offer. She nodded and hoped that Andrew didn’t notice the slight blush after he winked at her. What was wrong with her? She shook her head, trying to focus completely on the task ahead. It was hard with all this strange thoughts going through her head. The third-year was glad she had partnered with someone that was willing to help her master the lesson. Andrew was really nice for dealing with a mere third-year.
She listened and watched as he worked again. Her green-eyes focused on the figurine that started changing as Andrew spoke. It became bigger, then white. It certainly looked more like a real rabbit. Sophia was sure Andrew was just super smart to be able to figure this all out. He casted the spell again, and like before, a cute little rabbit was on top of the desk. She smiled and petted it. Rabbits were just so cute.
Andrew addressed her, and she looked at him, since it was her time to try it once again. Sophia took a deep breath and smiled back at him. The Pecari did everything Andrew did. She made the figurine bigger, more life-like. Then she changed the coloring, and she did the spell. The figurine sprung to life, but it went back into its lifelessness after a few seconds. However, it had been ´alive´! If only for a few seconds.
She clapped and jumped up and down in excitement. She had actually done it! Sophia beamed at Andrew. “Did you see? It was alive!” she couldn’t contain her happiness. “Thank you!” she briefly hugged him and twirled around. It had felt amazing to see her figurine be other than a figurine. It hadn’t been as awesome as Andrew’s work, but she had done it. Now she needed harness her magic and have the figurine stay ´alive´ for more than a second.