Come to being [Sixth and seventh years] on Transfiguration

Professor Lilac Brockert

May 19, 2012 12:14 AM

Come to being [Sixth and seventh years] by Professor Lilac Brockert

The thing about having a baby was that it took nine months. The thing about it taking nine months was that having a parasite—though a loveable one—put a lot of stress on the body. Obviously it was worth it in the end, but at about halfway through, Lilac was feeling rather exhausted. Still, she did have a job to do. This meant she had to teach even if she was running on four hours of sleep when her body seemed to want fourteen.

With a yawn she awaited her advanced class. She nearly dozed off but startled awake as the earliest arrival appeared. She was grateful, not angry, as the student could probably tell. The rest were not that long thereafter, and the brunette professor offered each an individual smile. Despite the lack of sleep, she was as perky as physically possible.

“What is conjuring?” posed the thirty year old. She chose someone whose hand was in the air to provide the answer, and after the right answer had been provided—something to the effect of “bringing things into being”—she continued. “Exactly. As we all know from our reading last night, Conjuration is a limited feat. Things we Conjure can only exist for so long, varying directly with the size and complexity of what is Conjured.”

“Today, I’d like us to work on some simple Conjuring.” Lilac drew her wand, the tip aimed just above her hand. “Vocara Pupa” In her hand appeared a ragdoll, strongly resembling one she had as a child. “Conjuring dolls will give you a feel for the art. To do so, you need to picture the item vividly in your mind. Otherwise the details will be foggy at best.” A lot of Transfiguration, it seemed, depended on mental imagery.

“If done correctly,” continued the Teppenpaw Head of House, “the doll should stay in existence for the duration of the class period.” She’d tested the spell a number of times to check the timespan. “If the picture is more vivid in your mind, gentlemen, the spell will work for action figures as well.”

Conjuring was quite difficult, and she didn’t expect perfection. “Does anyone have any questions?” Once any and all were addressed, Lilac grinned. “Feel free to get started, then. You know where I’ll be.” She seated herself at her desk where she could watch from afar. There weren’t a lot of dangerous things that could go awry with Conjuration, and for that she was glad.

OOC: Welcome to Transfig, ladies and gents! I’d love to see some nice, descriptive posts in which all rules are followed. That would just absolutely make my day. Oh, and do try to be quick, what with midterm around the corner! Happy posting, everybody!

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Alessa Hinckley, Aladren

May 21, 2012 4:25 PM

That sounds deep by Alessa Hinckley, Aladren

Alessa really didn't mind Transfiguration. She was pretty decent at it and weird as the professor could be, at least she wasn't a sadist like Professor Light.Besides, Alessa knew that she herself wasn't really normal. She had interests in things that others didn't. Though that was probably not that unusual for an Aladren. She had to admit that she was glad to be sorted where she had been. It made her feel less odd. She supposed though that she would have fared okay in Teppenpaw because they were nice or even Crotalus which to Alessa seemed to have all types of personalities, even though it was mostly pureblood-and she was a pureblood so that would have been okay. Pecari would have drove her nuts though.

Nor did it really weird the seventh year out too much to have a distant relation by marriage as a professor. If Alessa went back far enough, she could find that most purebloods were connected so far. Some of those connections didn't matter so much anymore, either because the relations were so distant or in terms of business and politics and power and other stuff Alessa didn't understand, both because her mother didn't deem it necessary for a lady and because she honestly did not care and was not interested.

Then again, there wasn't much the seventh year was interested in. Genealogy, dark creatures-though she wasn't interested in creatures otherwise, she'd taken up sort of an interest in divination methods. Alessa had been rather disappointed when Divination was dropped as a class, but her mother wanted her to keep up on learning how to do that stuff. Leticia Hinckley seemed to have given up on her daughter being interested in normal things and wanted her to have parlor tricks instead. Though admittedly, gossip could be sort of interesting, and it helped Alessa keep up on things like births and marriages, which kept her knowledge of pureblood family trees accurate. The Aladren liked being accurate.

The lesson at hand seemed difficult but not impossible. And not dangerous or uncomfortable. Alessa really hated being uncomfortable. It drove her crazy and there were lots of things that made her so. Multiple conversations going on at once, certain articles of clothing that women had to wear, certain fabrics on her skin-though she didn't mind them in like flowing skirts. Alessa had never wore a pair of pants in her life.

She had played with dolls though and actually still had most of them including several collectible ones. It was just that the Aladren hadn't done things that most girls did with them, like have tea parties. Alessa used to pretend they were part of a group living situation like an all girls' boarding school or an orphanage but in the former, focused more on the drama between the girls like the stuff that happened in books that she read. At one point, Alessa had tried to act out an entire book with her dollhouse.

The Aladren pictured a doll in her head. She decided to stick with a simple one to start with. The doll had long dark hair and appeared to be a young child. She was wearing a simple blue silk dress, simpler than any of the more elaborate outfits her own dolls had wore, full of lace and frills and detail. Alessa raised her wand, copying the motion Professor Brockert had done. "“Vocara Pupa”

A doll appeared, but she was faceless and missing her hands. The seventh year had never thought herself the especially squeamish sort, but this was creepy and disturbing. Fortunately, the doll only lasted a minute before flickering out and Alessa tried again.

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