Always a good thing to learn. on Transfiguration

Professor Skies

June 08, 2013 2:00 PM

Beginners - Learning from your mistakes by Professor Skies

“Good morning,” Professor Skies greeted the class once they were assembled. As they were now a couple of weeks into the term, she hoped there wouldn't be any late comers. After this class, she would have to start getting strict with anyone who was. Or offering them maps, one of the two.

In their first few lessons, she had introduced them to the basic theory of her subject, as well as Transfiguration Tables. These were templates on which they compared their source and target object on a range of features, such as size, weight and colour, looking for similarities and differences in order to help with the visualisation process that was key to Transfiguration. They had also undertaken practical work on small objects.

“Today, we will be learning how to undo errors in your work, or how to take partially transfigured objects back to their original form. I decided to cover this a few lessons in so that you would have the skills to make some alterations to objects, which you could then work on putting back to normal.

“The spell is one of repair. Therefore it will work on Transfigurations which have only been partially completed, or which have gone wrong in some other way, such as becoming distorted or not having taken on the characteristics you intended. It does not restore items back to their original state if they have been completely Transfigured, as they are no longer regarded as broken or damaged. Part of your homework assignment will be to find out what spell you would need for this.

“I hope this spell will be useful to you in class, for correcting work that has gone wrong, or if you wish to challenge yourself, i.e. returning objects to their starting state before making each attempt. However, if you still wish to do your Transfigurations by stages, I will find that perfectly acceptable, even once you have mastered this spell.

“We are going to be working on making drinking glasses today. You may choose to start with either a plastic beaker or a small vase,” as always, there were two options to account for the split level of the class, though people from either year group were welcome to choose either task. She handed a box containing both to the person on the end of the front row so that they could take one and pass it on. “Aim for the one which will stretch you and thus result in a partial Transfiguration, then you can practise the repairing spell too.

“The spell for the glass is Krustallos. You will need a short upward flick – remember, decisive wand movements are best in Transfiguration. She demonstrated, holding up the beautifully etched crystal glass that she had just formed. She waved her wand over it silently (she wasn't about to give away the answer to their homework) returning it to its original state.

“If I only manage to partially achieve my result...” This, for her, was much harder. She consciously held back, allowed other thoughts to intrude and muttered the spell half-heartedly. She held up a vase which had patches of glass around the top. “I can put it back to normal with Reparifarge,” she did this, turning the vase so that everyone could see it was back to normal, “Do a sideways slash with your wand – as if striking something out on a blackboard.

“If you need any help, ask your peers or call on me. You may begin,”

OOC – as you can see, this lesson is set a few weeks into the term, so your character would have already had a few classes working on simple Transfigurations. You are free to fill in the gaps on what these were, so long as it is realistic – look back at previous classes for this level if you are in any doubt.

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Subthreads:

A vase to a glass...and back again. by Keme RunningBear, Aladren with Charlie B-F-R, Teppenpaw, Keme

I've done plenty of that by Francesca Wolseithcrafte with Dimitri Porter, Teppenpaw

Always a good thing to learn. by Irina Volkov, Aladren with Adam Spencer, Pecari, Irina

Dreaming... by Eleanor Vandenberg - Crotalus

Fixing by Willow Collins,Teppenpaw

Mistakes? (TAG- Rory) by Analea Thornton with Rory Royale (Aladren), Analea

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Keme RunningBear, Aladren

June 08, 2013 11:33 PM

A vase to a glass...and back again. by Keme RunningBear, Aladren

Keme had a wonderful summer. Some of the older males had gone on their coming of age quests and while they were gone, Keme and his friends were able to help out the trackers and fulfill other duties that they might not have been able to do otherwise. Some people might have hated the work, but Keme always enjoyed being able to put his skills to work. He had also been able to do fishing with his father and had attempted some more spearing. It was still his least favorite thing to do, but at least he was able to get some practice in.

Most of all, though, had been the archery competition. Even with being away at school, Keme had beaten the others in his age group. It felt so good to still be in top and make his grandfather proud. He would need to use the sports room for practice while at Sonora. He had been rusty at the start of summer and he didn’t want that happening again. He had a title to keep next summer.

But that was neither here nor there. Currently, Keme was sitting in his Transfiguration classroom waiting for the lesson to start. Last year hadn’t been as terrible as he had predicted. He was pretty sure his roommate was a werewolf, but never said anything. After three months into the school year, Keme had begun to grow suspicious whenever his roommate would disappear for a couple of days. He wasn’t in the infirmary because Keme had checked. After that, Keme had begun marking the days that Rajid disappeared. Over the summer, Keme had begun to review these things and after some digging, he had matched up those nights with the lunar cycle. Of course, he had no real proof of any of this, but he felt very secure in his thoughts.

Keme wrote down the day’s lesson and thought it would come in handy. He was good with spells, but it took him a couple of tries before he really mastered them. This spell would help him master it from the beginning instead of in steps. He liked that.

Deciding to try the small vase, Keme picked it from the box and started to jot down the steps within the boxes that the professor loved to have them do. He honestly didn’t mind doing it and he really felt that these helped him visualize the transfiguration. By forcing himself to really think about the commonalities of the items, he was taking less steps to reach the final product.

Because the point of the lesson was to try the repair spell, Keme didn’t do the usual steps that he often tried before using the spell and found himself with a weirdly shaped vase, as though it had been fired for too long and blown outward and awkwardly near the top. Using this as his chance, he tried the repair spell. This one was much easier and he watched as his vase returned to normal.

Pleased, Keme took the time he usually did to study the item in more detail. Once he had a better idea of the structure of the vase, he tried the spell again. It had turned out better than the first terrible try, but he knew that he would have to work even harder on the next try.

6 Keme RunningBear, Aladren A vase to a glass...and back again. 0 Keme RunningBear, Aladren 0 5

Charlie B-F-R, Teppenpaw

June 09, 2013 3:57 AM

A vase to... a broken vase... and back again by Charlie B-F-R, Teppenpaw

Charlie practically bounced to Transfiguration. This was not unusual, he seemed to practically bounce everywhere, but it showed the pool party had done its job and meant he wasn't suffering with the back-to-school blues. He thought it had been a pretty good success and hoped to make it, or some kind of party, an annual tradition. Pool parties were good for summer but then there were all kinds of other things, like fancy dress parties which were cool too... His sister had told him about Reggie's and he made a note to himself to ask the older girl if she would be running another one. The five year age difference and fact she was head girl didn't make him at all hesitant about the idea of approaching her.

Entering the transfiguration classroom, he spotted Keme with a vacant seat next to him. They hadn't had any really in depth chats since their flying classes last year but Charlie had been sure to always give the other boy a friendly smile or a 'hello' when he saw him, and to keep an eye out that Keme was managing to talk to people in class. He'd also been really impressed to see that the other boy had taken someone to the ball, and had taken this as a good sign that he had made progress in making friends, and that his quiet, closed up demeanour in flying class had, as Charlie had suspected, been due to home sickness. That could definitely be back now summer was over, as he knew all too well himself.

He just about managed to listen to Professor Skies, although he was keen for her to set them to work so he could catch up with Keme and check how he was doing. He took a vase, on the grounds that he was a second year now, and she'd already said they weren't supposed to doing things perfectly. He fidgeted with the object whilst she made the rest of her speech and did the demonstration.

When they were set to work, Keme seemed to be focussing pretty hard on the task at hand. Charlie supposed he should make a start too, as it didn't tend to put Aladrens in a good mood if they thought you weren't taking class seriously.

“Krustallos,” he cast, without making the requisite notes – after all, the point of the lesson was to be kind of sucky at the spell, right? Tiny cracks appeared all over the surface of the vase. Well, Professor Skies said it worked on things gone wrong as well, so he saw this as making good progress towards practising the other spell.

It mattered more to try to get this one right, so he mouthed the word to himself a couple of times to get the feel of it, and experimented with different ways of flicking his wand until he felt he had the short, sharp striking action that had been demonstrated.

“Reparifarge!” he cast, slicing his wand through the air in front of his vase. The cracks had only been superficial and they healed easily.

He glanced round. Keme still seemed to be staring at his vase intently, but Charlie had been aware enough of the movement and noise beside him to know that Keme had had at least one go at something. He was just an intense kind of guy, and one who was probably not going to break his staring contest with the vase unless prompted to.

“Keme?” Charlie asked, feeling he might need to get the boy's attention before speaking. “Hi, how's it going?” he asked, aware his question could relate either to class or life in general.

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Francesca Wolseithcrafte

June 09, 2013 7:29 AM

I've done plenty of that by Francesca Wolseithcrafte

Francesca was having a good term so far. She had wanted to get to know people better and had already had the chance to do this at the pool party, where she'd had an enjoyable time chatting with Ginny and Adam. Quidditch was also back on and she would be joining in. Part of her reasoning for joining in was to prove a point but she still enjoyed the sport, as well as the camaraderie that she hoped would come with being on the team. She settled into Transfiguration in good spirits, further aided by the fact that this was her favourite class. Although she readily understood theory, she had found practical magic came to her more slowly last year, but Transfiguration was the subject in which she had found it easiest. She was aware this was something of an anomaly but to her it made sense; there was the visualisation process, on which notes and ideas could be formed, and making one's wand movements sharp and precise always did much to improve one's work. Being a sportswoman, she was used to drilling things until her accuracy improved, and the note taking meant more was being brought under her control and into the realm of things she was good at. Charms tended to need more flair and style, and most of hers were conducted on a wing and prayer.

She was pleased to hear of the day's topic, as it sounded useful. She didn't tend to make mistakes so much as only partially achieve a result but it would be useful in returning back to the beginning so that she could stretch herself. She also already knew the answer to their homework question. Her solution to her slow acquisition of spells had been to drill herself rigorously until she could perform each one flawlessly. She had done this by working the transfiguration through in stages and then returning the object to its original form. With each attempt, it had taken fewer tries to achieve her goal, until she could do it in one. She had come across references to 'Reparifarge' but never used it.

She took a vase. She perhaps would have preferred to take the easier task but Aladren pride prevented her, as well as the fact that – in this instance – it really was staggeringly simple and actually beneath her skill level, really only needing the material to be transformed. One of her greatest fears was that people would judge her by her wandwork and, making the common mistake of equating power with intelligence, deem her lacking in the latter faculty. Even if they didn't make this mistake, she wasn't particularly keen on being deemed inept at spells. She was glad of the disguise the repairing spell would give them – everyone was supposed to be aiming higher than what they could do in order to practise this, and thus if she only achieved partial results it was in line with the expectations of the class.

She dutifully filled out the Transfiguration Table, noting that the objects were a similar size, that they differed in that the vase narrowed to have a neck whereas a glass was open all the way around, but that both were hollow. Both were designed to hold water, although for different purposes. The materials differed substantially in that the vase was opaque china whereas a drinking vessel would be clear glass, but both involved natural raw materials being worked by man, and both were fragile. She focussed on the vase, imagining the neck rippling back to leave it clean and open, whilst the entire structure became transparent and... well, glass. She practised the wand motion until she felt it was as efficient as possible.

“Krustallos,” she cast, giving a short upward flick. She thought the lack of pliability in her elm wand might have contributed to her Transfiguration success, as it was well suited to making motions purposeful rather than flourishing. She was pleased to see the neck of the vase retreating as she had imagined, although there was still a lip left around the top when it stopped moving. The colour had lightened several tones and had gained a translucent appearance, although she wasn't sure which material it looked more like.

“It's not perfect but you could actually drink out of it,” she commented to her neighbour. “It almost seems a shame to turn it back...”

13 Francesca Wolseithcrafte I've done plenty of that 250 Francesca Wolseithcrafte 0 5

Dimitri Porter, Teppenpaw

June 09, 2013 4:57 PM

I think we all have at some point by Dimitri Porter, Teppenpaw

Dimitri walked from the dorms to what could be considered one of his favorite subjects. He had a few problems trying to find the classroom his first couple of weeks here, but now he could find it without fail. He walked into the room and found himself a seat. He listened intently while Professor Skies explained their assignment for the day. Okay he thought pulling out writing utensils and placing them on his desk. This should be fairly easy. He thought briefly on what material he wanted to work with and decided he wouldn’t mind something a little more challenging. He chose the vase to work with instead of the glass. He walked up to Professor Skies desk and retrieved a vase for himself taking it back to his seat with him. He thought briefly about the shape he wanted it to take, making notes on his transfiguration chart as he considered his options. He finally decided on trying to change it from a vase to a goblet. He figured if he did fail in the attempt (which was the point of the exercise) that at least it would still be within the same shape area, maybe. He could always be wrong about that factor.

He pointed his wand at the vase and did his casting. “Pangolus!” he said, trying to keep the goblet picture firmly in his mind. He watched the vase begin to change shape, sort-of. It skinnied out at the bottom like a goblet stem, the top part however, stayed exactly the same as it started out as. Dimitri looked at the crossbred vase and grinned slightly. He had been trying to fail at a full change and it would appear he succeeded in a way. He was about to try the restoring charm when he heard the girl sitting next to him speak. “It’s not perfect, but you could actually drink out of it. It almost seems a shame to turn it back” she said. Dimitri glanced over at her creation and nodded in agreement. “It does, doesn’t it?” he agreed. “At least yours still resembles a drinking vessel of some kind,” he commented. He glanced towards his own Frankenstein-ish creation. “I don’t think the same thing could be said for mine,” he half joked. “It would appear, however, that we both succeeded in failing as it were which was the point of this assignment…right?” he inquired, hoping he had not actually misunderstood the point of the exercise.

He glanced from her vase to his own and wondered if now was a good time to try fixing his “mistake”. Okay…now to fix what I goofed up on he thought to himself as he raised the wand and readied himself to attempt the restore spell. “Reparifarge!” he cast, mimicking the Professor’s movements with the wand. He watched as the bottom widened out again and the vase went back to normal. “Hey…it does work,” he commented slightly awed. “I wonder what would happen if I tried doing it all over again? Do you think it might change all the way this time?” he asked the girl. It was at that poin the realized that he had committed what his mother would have called a “social faux pas”. He had completely forgotten to introduce himself! He had been so wrapped up in the conversation he had forgotten all about that part.

“Forgive me for being rude,” he began apologetically. “I’m usually better about this sort of thing. I’m Dimitri. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he introduced himself. He remembered names being read at the sorting when they first got here and if memory served him her name was Francesca. “You’re Francesca, right?” He figured he’d at least take a stab at it. If he was wrong he could always apologize profusely and hope that she was a very forgiving individual.

0 Dimitri Porter, Teppenpaw I think we all have at some point 0 Dimitri Porter, Teppenpaw 0 5

Irina Volkov, Aladren

June 10, 2013 9:22 PM

Always a good thing to learn. by Irina Volkov, Aladren

Already Irina had classified her lessons. Potions was probably her favorite so far, because it was rather straightforward. If one did x, then y result would be achieved. Charms, however, rated lower, because while one was supposed to achieve y result by doing x, x did not always go according to plan. A slightly wrong inflection of the voice or hand and all could go terribly wrong. Transfiguration was marked slightly higher, only because the object that they started with had something in common with where they were going so it was just a little better than Charms. But it still didn’t mean she liked the class. She longed to sit in the back of the class where maybe she would go unnoticed. Unfortunately, her competitive spirit had her sitting in the front of the classroom. After all, she had to be number one or at the very least better than her cousin, Viktor.

Being the best was extraordinarily taxing. She had to work long hours to ensure perfection on every assignment. On top of that, she had to exercise every day to keep in top shape. She was considering trying out for Quidditch, but there were also clubs and organizations to consider. She wanted to appear to be a well-rounded student. She planned on going to a top university someday. Perhaps, after that, her family would realize that she should be the Head of Family instead of Viktor. But it all started here and here was being exemplary at Transfiguration.

Sighing, the blonde brushed some imaginary lint from her gray plaid skirt. Thankfully, her wardrobe was not a source of stress like everything else was. All of Irina’s outfits were fairly similar and all looked like a school uniform. There were an assortment of different colored plaid skirts with matching blouses, sweaters, and vests. Today was a short-sleeved gray shirt and on her feet were one of the two pairs of shoes she owned, a pair of black and white saddle shoes. She liked her wardrobe. It was simple. She thought that some people worried far too much about their appearance. Why did it even matter? It wasn’t going to help them get into college.

When Professor Skies started her lecture, Irina sat up a little straighter, eager to take notes on the parchment in front of her. She had a supply of black ink for standard text, red ink for anything important, and purple specifically for spells. Oooh, they were learning how to fix mistakes! That was more than a little useful. So, what was the spell? Her delicate features formed into a frown, as the professor continued to lecture. She didn’t want to continue on to how to make glasses. Of course, she would learn how to do it, but she didn’t really see the point. When would she ever find herself with just a vase or a beaker and suddenly need a glass? That would be rather awkward if she did. Oh, well, she reminded herself that it was just a stepping-stone like everything else.

When the box reached her, the Aladren took a beaker. She figured that it was sort of in a glass shape. She just had to make it bigger and flatter and oh, yeah, into glass. Still, she thought it was a better choice than the vase at this point. She was afraid of trying to rework glass and having it shatter into her face. Yes, the beaker was the safer option. Of course, she would never admit to such. Setting it on her desk, she passed the box on to the next person. Checking her notes, she mouthed the spell, Krustallos, several times to get a feel for it. Next, she practiced moving her wand in a short upward flick. She was on the third attempt when suddenly the wand want flying out of her hand! Oh, no! She could feel herself getting red all over. Having fair skin was especially awful when blushing. There was no way to hide it. Was it possible to practice a spell without a wand when first learning? There was no way no one had noticed. She wanted to bury herself under the parchment in front of her. She stared at it, blinking back the tears that were forming. She would not cry. She would not show weakness. She couldn’t.

The only solution was to wait it out. She would wait until she was in control of her emotions. She would wait until no one was paying attention to her. Then, she would go get her wand and continue on. There was just no other option.

0 Irina Volkov, Aladren Always a good thing to learn. 0 Irina Volkov, Aladren 0 5

Francesca Wolseithcrafte

June 12, 2013 12:12 PM

I would rather keep it to a minimum by Francesca Wolseithcrafte

“Well, I do have a year on you,” she reassured the first year when he noted how much further she'd progressed. She was intrigued to note he had been using the vase. For a first year a couple of weeks in, that was pretty confident. Unless he'd simply taken the harder object because they needed to stretch themselves in order to try the other spell. Even so, she would have expected the beaker to do that for him.

“Yes, quite,” she smiled, as he noted that they'd both succeeded in failing. She liked that way of looking at it. Only for this lesson, of course, where it was part of the objective, and the class had been designed to take them beyond what they were capable of. At any other time, failure was failure and she hated it. She managed not to roll her eyes as he expressed his amazement of the spell working. Of course it worked. Why else would they be doing it? She wondered whether he was a Muggleborn and still being struck by the wonder of it all.

“I suppose it's possible but I wouldn't be disappointed if it doesn't,” she commented, when he asked if she thought he'd get it all on the next go. “Transfiguration is very difficult and you're still very new to it,” she reminded him.

“Reparifarge!” she cast on her own vase-cup, slashing neatly with her wand and trying to clearly picture the object she'd started with. It rippled back into place although she thought the colour was a little off, and she cast the spell again. It darkened and solidified back to a definite china. She consoled herself by telling herself that she'd had further to take it than the boy next to her but she was still rather irked and embarrassed.

“That's ok,” she smiled, when he apologised for being rude. “Conversations tend to go a little wonky in class sometimes - I mean, it's not like this is a social event, and so the point at which to make an introduction isn't always so black and white,” she explained, wondering what his concern for manners meant. He seemed to be content with first names, so she guessed he wasn't society. Presumably, his mother had just drilled into him that it was polite to introduce oneself, along with other common rules like keeping elbows off the table. “And yes, I'm Francesca.”

13 Francesca Wolseithcrafte I would rather keep it to a minimum 250 Francesca Wolseithcrafte 0 5

Keme

June 12, 2013 8:45 PM

It's a vicious cycle. by Keme

Keme tended to become very focused in his work and ignore everything else around him unless the lesson they had required partners. Keme didn’t necessarily mind when they had partners, but he found himself preferring to work in solitude. It left less chance for failure that way. Thankfully, Transfiguration tended to be a class that didn’t need partners. But, in his solitude, he tended to forget that there were other people around. Case and point, Keme hadn’t been aware of who he was sitting between while in class. He hadn’t noticed any of the commotion that the spells were creating or the reactions from the students to their work. In fact, Keme had been so focused on his work, that it took him a second to register someone saying his name.

His dark eyes turned towards the voice and found Charlie sitting beside him. Keme still wasn’t sure how to handle Charlie. He was very talkative and seemed to be oozing with energy all the time. The Teppenpaw had thrown a pool party at the start of the term, but Keme had not attended. He had nothing against parties or swimming or Charlie in any way, but Keme was not really comfortable with being in large crowds here at Sonora. He still wasn’t quite sure why this was as he had no issue with social events back home, but he didn’t know many people here and was struggling to make friends.

“It’s alright.” Keme answered him. “I managed to do the repair spell on my first go, but I doubt that it was supposed to be difficult.” Keme commented more to himself than to anything else. “Sorry I didn’t go to your party. Was it any fun?” Keme asked him. He wasn’t sure what the two of them had in common for them to hold a conversation. Of course, back home, they ran around playing games and didn’t necessarily chat.

Returning to his vase, Keme visualized the sort of glass that he wanted to create. This was going to be more difficult than he imagined being because the glasses at home were pretty standard. He could try to go for what he knew or he could figure out a glass that was more complicated than maybe the Professor would predict one of them doing. “Do you think our grades go up if the end result is more intricate than a plain glass?” Keme asked Charlie. Charlie was someone who liked detail and flash, so the end result would probably matter to him too.

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Dimitri Porter

June 13, 2013 7:36 PM

So would I...wish not granted today (WoTW) by Dimitri Porter

Dimitri was pleased with himself for having remembered Francesca’s name. He had seen soo many people walking around this place since his first night that he was having a little bit of a problem remembering names which wasn’t like him. Normally Dimitri had a wonderful memory when it came to names. He couldn’t figure out why he was having a problem with it now. Maybe I’m just feeling a tad overwhelmed he told himself logically. After all there is a lot going on at this place he told himself turning his focus back to his class work. He was pleased with the fact that Francesca had agreed with him on the “them succeeding to fail” concept. He was one of those people that didn’t do well with failure (given the circumstances) and was glad that the failure was part of their assignment. He hated to feel or be seen as a profligate person with his time. It wasn’t how he did most things unless he was doing something he thoroughly enjoyed. Then he didn’t mind being seen as something of a profligate person in that respect.

He found himself with very mixed feelings when she commented that because he was a first year he was pretty new to the whole transfiguration thing. Actually, he was surprisingly good at it most of the time. He had moments where the transfiguration he was trying to do didn’t pan out as well as he had hoped, but he still managed to make the spell do something even if it was only for a short time. I’m not that new to it he thought defensively, but didn’t argue with her out loud. Granted she made an excellent point that he still had a lot to learn where that was concerned, but she hadn’t needed to point that fact out. Dimitri decided he wasn’t going to let that bother him and continued to be friendly. He was trying to make friends here after all and it wouldn’t help to get sore at people just for pointing out the truth. Besides, she had accepted his apology which made him glad to know she was the forgiving sort. He decided to do the spell again and this time he was going to make sure that the vase changed all the way this time before he turned it back.

Dimitri flicked his wand how they were shown and cast the spell again on his vase. “Pangolus!” he stated, pointing his wand at the vase and trying hard to picture the wine goblet. He watched as the vase shook a bit, dropping the opaque color of the china and became clear glass around the top. The top of the vase widened out a bit to look like a wine goblet, however, where the top changed the bottom stayed the same. Dimitri scratched his head slightly as he stared at his clear glass wine vase? He wasn’t sure what to call it. It still looked like it would hold liquid just fine, but it was neither a vase nor a wine glass. He grimaced slightly at his attempt, but shrugged it off. So today wasn’t his day for a full transfiguration…oh well. “It would appear that I am destined to succeed at failing today,” he commented, laughing lightly. He raised the wand to try the restoring spell again on his newest monstrosity. “Reparifarge!” he cast, flicking the wand as he was shown. The vase top narrowed down again to its original shape, but not its original color. It stayed clear glass. Dimitri just stared at it for a moment before dropping his head towards his lap and laughing into his chest. I just can’t win today he mused to himself. When he finally glanced up he was still chuckling. “Well, I suppose a clear vase is better than no vase,” he commented.

0 Dimitri Porter So would I...wish not granted today (WoTW) 0 Dimitri Porter 0 5

Francesca Wolseithcrafte

June 14, 2013 12:53 PM

You don't make progress by wishing by Francesca Wolseithcrafte

OOC – The spell is 'Krustallos' not 'Pangolus.' I'm assuming that's an OOC mistake and not what he's been saying, so have not had Francesca mention it. I was also wondering if you could clarify the bit you mentioned about him not being that new to practical Transfiguration as under age wizards aren't allowed to use magic outside of school, and this class is only a couple of weeks into term (stated in the original class post). As it was all in his head, it doesn't affect how Francesca reacts (in fact, she continues to assume he is new to it) but I was just curious. Also, please don't feel like I'm shutting the thread down because of Francesca focussing on her work. She just gets absorbed in things, and I'm still happy for you to keep replying and to get her attention back if you want it.

IC
Was it wrong to feel pleased at someone else's failure? Probably. She could not deny though, that she felt a little relieved when the first year did not, by some miracle, succeed perfectly on his second attempt. She wished him no particular bad luck with his work and knew full well that someone else doing badly was not the same as doing well oneself. She was still striving for the latter but it would have been incredibly embarrassing to be outdone by someone who was still in the first fortnight of wielding their wand.

She tried to push these feelings to one side, as she needed a clear and focussed mind for her spell work, not one teeming with competitiveness and anxiety. She tuned out whatever he was burbling about his current attempts as she looked back to her own vase. She took deep breaths, replaying the mental images she had used the last time. The rippling back, the fading of the colour, the change in material...

“Krustallos,” she cast, firmly but unemotionally, flicking her wand with precision. Once again, the vase slipped away, its neck opening up, its colour paling. Once again, it stopped with a lip around the edge and in that strange half-way state between two different materials. She felt frustration tingling along her spine. The fact that it was still better than her desk partner's didn't make up for the fact that she hadn't done it any better. That was what she really wanted.

“Reparifarge!” she cast again, taking control of her emotions before casting the spell, her wand sharply slicing the air. This time, the vase stood before her, perfectly restored with her first attempt. That, she supposed, was something.

She paused to consider the task. Sometimes, what was needed was simply practice, until it made perfect. That could easily be the case here but she thought it never hurt to review one's notes, and the process one was undertaking. Reviewing her transfiguration table, she realised that she had been concentrating more on form than function. Perhaps if she introduced that into her thought process, it would help. It was hard to include it in the visualisation, as function was not a perceivable characteristic – unlike being smooth or rough, or green or blue, or made of glass or stone. It was something that only became apparent if one interacted with the object. She could picture someone doing that, but then that involved picturing the finished article rather than the transformation.

“Krustallos,” she cast, once again envisaging the smooth rippling of the china, the lightening of the colour... Only this time when her mental picture was complete, she picture the glass being lifted to someone's lips. It was something to drink out of... This time, the transformation kept going, eradicating the small lip that it had been leaving behind on her previous attempts. The colour and the material definitely resembled glass more closely, although it looked smoky. It was passable, she thought. It was definitely a glass, just a rather ugly one that would win no bonus marks. She felt satisfied that she had crossed the barrier, and that now it really was just a case of practising until the spell was up to a higher standard.

“Reparifarge!” she cast, returning it to its original state and preparing to start again. She had got so absorbed in her work that she had forgotten about the first year beside her.

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Adam Spencer, Pecari

June 14, 2013 1:21 PM

Though it could be a hard lesson. by Adam Spencer, Pecari

This being Adam's second year, he had learnt a lot about magic already. All of his classes were great, really, but Transfiguration was his favourite. He was a natural at it since he paid close attention to detail in everyday situations. It came in handy when he had to transfigure little things. He enjoyed these beginner classes, but he was looking forward to being a third year and being challenged in his abilities even more. He liked being the older group in the class, but he wanted to have older students above him to challenge him to do better in this class.

Adam had left Charlotte sitting alone after sitting with her for the first week, hoping she would make a friend or two. She had told him already about another first year she had talked to and Adam hoped she would actually follow through with it. She had a habit of shying away from making any lasting friends.

But Adam had enough to think about with his own classes and Quidditch. He sat down next to a first year and, when the box of fragile objects came around, took a vase. Professor Skies had created such a beautiful crystal glass and Adam wanted to recreate that. He observed the colour and the style of the vase and tried to imagine what it would look like as it morphed into a crystal glass. He said the incantation quietly to himself once, getting the feel for the spell on his tongue.

As he thought about the transfiguration, the girl next to him threw her wand. It startled Adam and he looked to see where the wand had flown before looking back at the girl. It was obvious she was trying not to cry or yell or something. Adam had enough sisters to know what it looked like and so he did what he would have done if his younger sister looked like she was about to cry. He got up, not knowing the Summoning Charm yet, and retrieved her wand for her in a snap. He returned without drawing attention to himself and gave her a smile as he placed her wand in front of her.

"I've done that before," he said sympathetically, "but you'll get better as the year goes on." He smiled wider. "My name's Adam Spencer. I'm from London. What's your name?"

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Irina

June 18, 2013 12:57 AM

I think it might be. by Irina

Irina was still staring at the parchment when a hand placed her wand on her desk. She was relieved to look up into a smiling face instead of one that was laughing at her. “Thank you,” she said softly, still embarrassed over the whole ordeal. She hated anything that made her look less than competent, but she appreciated his kindness. “Pleasure to meet you. Mine is Irina Volkov.” Here she could have included that she was part of the Russian Volkovs and by rights, she should have, but he had been very nice and she didn’t want to scare him away. “I’m from Moscow. I’ve never been to London, but I’ve seen pictures of it. I have lots of travel books.”

One day she hoped to travel to all the places that she had read about. She wanted to see the world. If she were fortunate enough to take over as Head of Family, then she would have that opportunity. Otherwise, she would be expected to perform whatever task was assigned to her, which would most likely be to get married and have children. Some were lucky and got to be part of the inner circle. She didn’t know much about it, but she had seen some of her family go into meetings behind closed doors. They were part of the circle and those that are part got to travel. Maybe she would get to be part of that. But she knew that Viktor was cruel so she doubted that she would even get that.

“So, anyhow, I was trying to get the wand movement of the spell right. I think the tone inflection correct, though. Have you tried it yet?” She wasn’t sure if he had or not since her wand had gone flying. Now, that the embarrassment was over, she was really glad that her wand hadn’t hit any of the glass objects. She knew that they could be fixed, but someone could have gotten hurt and then it would have been her fault. Sometimes, it may have seemed like she didn’t care that much about other people and could come off as insensitive, but really, she was just guarded. She feared that others would play with her emotions.

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Charlie B-F-R

June 20, 2013 11:27 AM

It's circular, I'll grant you, but I'm not sure it's vicious by Charlie B-F-R

“Still good going, right?” Charlie beamed when Keme put down his own achievement of managing to do the repair spell on the first try. Charlie often had trouble making spells work right off but he usually took the positive from each attempt. On this occasion, he too had managed it first time. Admittedly, with him, there was the possibility it was because he hadn't got very far in the first place, but he saw no reason not to still be cheery about the achievement.

“Oh, that's ok,” he said, slightly failing to hide his disappointment that Keme hadn't been to the party. He'd done his best to keep track of who had come and gone and to at least say 'hello' to everyone, and it was true that he didn't recall the other boy's presence.

“Not really your thing?” he asked. If the other boy hadn't come because of that, he guessed that was fair enough. He couldn't see what there was to not like about a pool party but if that was how Keme felt, he wouldn't have wanted him to be in a situation that made him uncomfortable. Still, if it was the case that Keme had wanted to but had felt too shy to come, he would feel bad for him, and part of him felt that even if people thought they wouldn't like parties like that, repeated exposure to get over their nerves would do the trick. Pool parties were inherently fun, after all.

“I enjoyed it,” he confirmed. It would have been a bit weird if he'd thrown a party that wasn't to his own taste. “And everyone else who came seemed to,” he added, hoping he wasn't rubbing anything in Keme's face. It was hard to balance answering his question with the risk of that...

“Probably,” he answered, when Keme asked about making intricate glasses, “Cos it's showing extra skill and transformation and stuff, isn't it?” He tried to suppress thoughts of gorgeous glasses and focus plain and simple. “I think for now I need to concentrate on the basic model though...” He drew his parchment towards him, scribbling down all the differences and similarities he could think of – glass is glass, vase is china, both are hollow, both hold liquid, glass is see-through.... He pictured the vase in his head, mostly concentrating on the change in the colour and texture that the transformation from china to glass would involve.

“Krustallos!” he cast. A lot of the colour seeped out, leaving him with a translucent white vase. “That's progress,” he grinned, unabashed at how far behind Keme he was, and not even worrying what the other boy might think, as he repaired the change with a sharp flick of his wand.

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Adam

June 25, 2013 8:43 PM

Practise makes perfect, right? by Adam

Her family name was familiar, but Adam didn't think he had ever met a Volkov before. Perhaps she was just a part of a larger pure-blood family that Adam had heard of. His assumption that she was from Russia was solidified when she said she was from Moscow and he smiled. "I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Volkov," he said.

"I've never been to Moscow either, but I've got a couple photographs of Russia. My father takes pictures wherever he goes." His father was away on business often and Adam was used to receiving photographs of the places he had travelled. One day Adam hoped to do the same, or at least something similar. Because his father was a medicinal potions maker for the Princeton Hospital in London as well as a part-time healer, he was away to find ingredients in different parts of the world. It was a romantic job, it was, at least to Adam.

Irina asked him about the spell and he shook his head. "I haven't tried it yet myself." Adam picked up the vase again. "I'm not bad at tone inflections, but the wand movements always gets me too in this course." He set down the vase after examining it thoroughly. "Krustallos," he said, flicking upwards just as the professor had showed them. The end result was not exactly a sparkling crystal glass, but it had taken the shape of a drinking glass at the very least. There was a small crack on the side and the bottom was deformed, but at least it stood up and could potentially hold liquid.

"Not bad, but not perfect," he assessed before practising the repairing charm. The glass went back to its original form and Adam smiled. "Would you care to try? Maybe you'll do better than I."

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Eleanor Vandenberg - Crotalus

June 27, 2013 7:06 PM

Dreaming... by Eleanor Vandenberg - Crotalus

So far Nell had decided that she liked Sonora. Though she didn’t get to spend as much time with her beloved Princetons (particularly one), she did get to meet new people and actually learn how to use her magic. Arizona was a lot more diverse than Surrey where she had grown up. She wondered how diverse California was where her mom’s sister lived. The only non-Caucasian person Nellie had ever really come into contact with was her mother who was Chinese, but that was it. It was astounding how many races there were like that one Korean girl she had met during their flying lesson. She wondered if anyone else knew how to speak a different language. However, the subject of race was far from her mind when she entered class that day.

The moment Nellie sat down in her seat in Transfiguration class she stared dreamily at Leo Princeton. She hadn’t really talked to him recently since they had both been so busy, but she loved to just look at him. He was just so cute! Nellie had had a crush on the youngest Princeton since they were kids. They had practically grown up together and had lessons together with the same tutor all the time. She knew Mr. and Mrs. Princeton almost as well as she knew her own parents and it was fitting. She knew she was going to marry Leo someday. That was part of the reason why she had come to Sonora. Her parents really, really wanted her to get married to one of the Princetons and, Nellie had to admit, she really wanted to get married to Leo Princeton too. Cepheus was too old, Rupert was too odd—yes, Leo was her perfect match. One day he would see it too and they would get married and live happily ever after.

Professor Skies’s voice disturbed Eleanor’s happy thoughts and she roused to listen to her professor’s lecture, though her dark green eyes flickered once or twice back to Leo. They were going to make drinking glasses today and she wondered what kind of drinking glasses she should have when she was married and had her own house. She was only eleven, but she had to think about these things. Marriage could very well be upon her right when she graduated and that only meant seven years to plan the rest of her life!

Nellie did like being just a little dramatic.

She plucked a plastic beaker first out of the box, then decided to go with a small vase, but then decided to go with the plastic beaker after all. She didn’t want something terrible to happen and the vase to explode. Glass was really delicate and she wanted to stay out of trouble as much as possible. Nellie sat at her seat and stared at it for awhile, trying to remember how to go about this. She had been attending these classes for a little while now and she didn’t want to mess it up. She just needed to be focused and not think about Leo and his nice hair and his shiny eyes and the way he spoke and—

Focus. Right. She cleared her throat. “Krustallos!” she exclaimed, flicking her wand a little too dramatically. The beaker didn’t explode, but there seemed to be trapped air in the plastic that expanded until the beaker broke in half and she stared at it, unable to believe that had actually happened. “Um…Reparifarge?” Nothing happened. Unfortunately.

Nellie sighed. She had done exactly what she had thought they were supposed to do. She couldn’t have done a whole bunch wrong. She was a first-year, yeah, but she had followed the directions, right? She looked at the person she was sitting next to. “Were you watching? Do you know what I did wrong?”

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Willow Collins,Teppenpaw

July 06, 2013 1:59 AM

Fixing by Willow Collins,Teppenpaw

Though it had not been nearly as bad as last summer, Willow's summer had still been rough. The beginning, when Hope had been there, had been okay, she guessed. Her cousin really tried to make it fun, and comfort her when she was upset. However, she'd been right when she knew that Autumn was still unwell. Apparently, in addition to her bones, there was damage to her kidneys and she'd become prone to infections.

It was bad enough that a few weeks into the year, Willow was still worrying about her sister's condition. She probably always would from now on. Plus, there was the fact that nobody still really would tell her what was going on and when she'd tried to read about it herself, she'd just gotten more upset. The Teppenpaw had, however, taken to eavesdropping in order to really know what was going on with Autumn. It made her feel kind of icky to do so but it was the only way. Well, she supposed she could have asked Nora but the Aladren would have been far too graphic, plus she didn't know specifics really, and those were what Willow wanted. To know what was actually happening to her own sister, not what could happen in the future. And probably would. The second year was just holding her breath to see what would happen next. Waiting for the next relapse or medical complication. For things to get worse.

She wanted so badly to just be happy and normal and carefree like her cousin Portia was. Like she once was. Like the face she had to put up and wasn't successful at completely. Oh, it worked enough that Willow wasn't a total downer, but she was a bit surprised that she hadn't gotten Most Serious in the yearbook last year, because she was sure she came across that way. She knew she wasn't a bubbly person, not now. At least, though, the Teppenpaw wasn't putting her problems on others. Nobody wanted to be around that person,especially when they had their own issues, and she really wanted friends. She'd only talk to Hope about it if she were upset. Willow was going to miss her cousin a lot next year, she'd have nobody to confide in. Maybe Evan.

She twitched a little at the mentioning of a repairing spell. It just reminded her further that some things were probably beyond fixing and the second year didn't want to think about that anymore. It seemed like Willow was always thinking about how sick her sister seemed now and that didn't help. She just wanted to think about something else. Classes were a welcome distraction from that. Plus, Evan decided to start an Art Club and she'd always liked art so she was joining that as well as the Horse Club. Portia wanted Willow to join the Fashion Club that she was starting too along with the Dancing one. The older Teppenpaw just was worried that would be too much. She did need time for her studies after all.

Including Transfiguration. It wasn't Willow's favorite class-she liked COMC best-but it was the one she was felt that she did the best at. She withdrew an object from the box, not really caring whether she got the more difficult object or the easier one. It didn't matter a bit. She was pretty sure she'd get some measure of success either way as it was a subject she had a rather easy time with and as Willow kept getting distracted by other thoughts, she was sure she wouldn't be perfect either. That was fine, she wasn't expected to be. On those occasions when she'd gotten attention from her parents over the last few years, they had rather stressed that.

As it happened, she had gotten a ceramic vase. She looked at it and tried to focus on the differences and the similarities. Ceramics were not glass, but glass wasn't plastic either. In fact, she wasn't even sure which material actually was the more difficult to transfigure into a drinking glass. As the beakers were clear, and so were drinking glasses, Willow thought that might be the easier one. Though, coffee mugs tended to be ceramic, but they weren't asked to make those, they were asked to make glass ones. However, all three were meant to hold things. However, a vase was made to hold flowers and a drinking glass, liquids. Though, water went in a vase with the flowers to keep them fresh. However, a cut flower would never last long. Not without spells of some sort. Willow much preferred living plants. They were all similarly shaped, hard, not soft, and with an opening at the top and a flat bottom so they wouldn't fall over and spill.

She envisioned a simple glass taking the place of the vase. One that was about the same shape and size as the vase, which was white with colored triangles and cylindrical. "Krustallos " Willow did the wand movement, decisively. She wasn't too surprised, however, when the white ceramic became glass but all the little colored triangles remained ceramic. "Reparifarge ". The vase turned back to what it had been prior to her attempt. Willow smiled.

At least some things were capable of being fixed.

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Analea Thornton

July 12, 2013 5:33 PM

Mistakes? (TAG- Rory) by Analea Thornton

Analea felt weird this year. Sure, Rory would be in her classes, and so would her twin cousins, but Annette wasn’t there. She’d found it much easier to talk to either Rory or Annette other than her own family and now only one of the two would be there. She was almost sure that Dimitri wouldn’t want to work with her, and as much as she loved Darina, she was too chatty, always expecting answers and Ana hated speaking out loud. The now second year glanced around the Transfiguration classroom and hunted for Rory in the hopes of sitting next to her best friend. Spotting her, she grinned and made her way to the empty seat next to her.

“Hey!” she said, only loud enough for Rory to hear. Rory was used to the lisp Ana hated so much from the year before. She’d even spent time with Rory’s family over the summer when they got back from England. Rory’s family was awesome and Ana loved them like her own (shoot, what was she kitting, she loved Rory’s father and stepfather MUCH more than she loved her own!) and treated them as such. She’d even decided on special presents for each of Rory’s siblings and parents for Christmas and was super excited to give it to them (hopefully she’d see them in person, if not, she’d send them!). For all her siblings, she was working on crocheting scarves in different colors. Each one in their two favorite colors. For Al and Anne or Ari and Kris, she hadn’t decided just yet, but the scarves were started already. In fact, Ana was almost done with little Kris’ already. His was in a bright shade of both red and yellow and Ana looked at it almost wishing she’d had sunglasses to see it! But Rory didn’t know all that, she was hiding it when she did it (and most of the time she hid it under her blankets using a light charm under them in the middle of the night.

If Rory had time to respond to her ‘Hey’, she didn’t hear her. Professor Skies started to speak and Analea’s attention was placed there. She figured she’d have plenty of time to talk to her best friend later on though so it wasn’t as big a deal. Being a second year now, and a role model to a whole new set of first years including her twin cousins, Analea felt the need to lead as best as she could (as long as she could be quiet doing it). They had learned a lot already in the first few lessons. Some of which Ana remembered from last year, some she didn’t. Either way, it was nice to start off easy.

The professor started to speak about what they were going to be doing in class that day and Analea hoped beyond all hope that this spell wouldn’t have anything to do with the letter ‘s’ but had a guess that it would. Most words did, and that didn’t help her positive outlook on it. They would be fixing errors in their work. Interesting… she thought as she took her notes on the class information.

Her frown got bigger as the spell was announced to make the glass. She looked at Rory, pitifully. Rory knew about Ana’s lisp and trouble with anything with the letter ‘s’ so Ana hoped that Ror would have something to say to her once the explanation was finished. The box made its way down the row and Ana picked up one of the beakers. At least its plastic… she thought to herself, so if I drop it I won’t break it… as she finished writing the notes to include what the spell was and how to do the wand movements. The professor showed them and then turned it back to its original shape. Then she showed them again while only doing it halfway then showing them how to put it back to rights again.

They were told to start and if they needed help to ask her or another student. Ana looked at Rory and whispered, “Krustallos?” with her lisp very eminent and a groan.

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Rory Royale (Aladren)

July 17, 2013 4:12 AM

We'll fix them. by Rory Royale (Aladren)

Rory had hurried to Transfiguration out of habit. She liked being one of the first people into the classroom. That way, she was certain that she would find whatever seat she liked and get settled before class started. She dropped into a seat in the second row, close enough that she wouldn’t be easily distracted and far enough away to put a comfortable distance between her and the professor. She set her bag in the seat directly to her right, saving it for her best friend. She wasn’t going to sit without her if she had the option.

She caught her friend’s eye as the other girl was searching the room for her. She pulled her bag from the seat and swung it around to hang on the back of her chair. She waved her over happily. She smiled in response to Ana’s gentle greeting. Rory had always been considered as a fairly quiet kid, but Ana still managed to be the quieter of the two. She liked it though. She prefered their comfortable and quiet companionship over the chaos that she was used to at both of her homes.

Not that she didn’t love her family. In fact, she adored them. It was just that the constant noise around her sometimes became a little too much. Alec liked to talk her ear off, which was nice when she wanted to speak to her little sister and not so nice when she wanted alone time. Adam was always banging on the piano. While he was getting good at it, hearing the same little song over and over again quickly became a nuisance. Abby was constantly making messes and getting into trouble. Trey was always up to general little boy antics, and Emlen cried a lot. Rory understood that she was just a baby, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

She turned her attention to the front of the class, glad that the professor was beginning the lesson. She had found out early on that wandwork frustrated her and was eager to learn more about it. The more she learned that faster that she improved. She hated not being great at anything academic. She listened carefully to the instructions, repeating the spells over in her head several times and scrawling them down in her notes.

She had carefully glanced over to Ana when she heard the incantations, knowing exactly what was running through the girl’s mind. She would have to be okay though. Rory really loved her best friend and felt bad that she wasn’t comfortable with her lisp, but she had no way to fix it. She offered her a reassuring smile before finishing up her notes.

She swapped her quill for her wand and the beaker that she had chosen. She looked back over at Ana, and gave her another smile. “Yeah, I know, but you’ll be okay. Just don’t think about it.”

Deciding that it was best to jump in head first instead of worry about failing, she flicked her wand upward and repeated the spell. The beaker took the form of a plain drinking glass, but remained plastic. Biting back one of the swear words that she had learned from Al (accidently), she quickly fixed it before anyone else could see her mess up. Fortunately, it returned to it’s original shape properly. She grinned at the small victory.

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Analea

July 25, 2013 8:04 PM

I dunno... by Analea

Analea had spotted Rory and sat next to where her best friend had pulled her bag from the empty chair beside her. The second year was glad that Rory had beat her there and had saved her a seat. It seemed to her that Rory was one of the only people in the area who even understood her a little bit. She and Rory could just be sitting together, not saying a word, but it would still speak volumes to the noises in both of their houses.

Ana herself, being one of 16 children knew that her house wouldn’t ever be quiet. Rory, having two houses with two separate families, both with little siblings, also understood (as far as Ana knew) that it would be hard-pressed to get any quiet there either.

Rory, like Ana, turned her attention back to the Professor. Both listened carefully (as always) and when Ana both heard and repeated the word ‘Krustallos’, Rory looked at her with a reassuring smile. Analea was glad Rory was there, that was for sure. She just wished that her lisp wasn’t!

Rory put down her quill and picked up her wand in its place as well as the beaker and told Ana that she’d be okay and not to think about it. “I’m not sure its gonna be that easy…” Ana whispered to Rory just before she flicked her wand and repeated the spell. The beaker in front of Rory had turned into a drinking glass! Ana glanced towards Rory and saw the look. She knew just what Rory was thinking…

“Don’t worry… It looks like a glass! Maybe it isn’t actually glass, but it can be drank out of…” she whispered to her roommate and best friend in the hopes that she would help her feel better. Ana herself wasn’t sure she would get so lucky. In fact, she was sure that she wouldn’t.

There were two dratted ‘s letters in that word and there was no way it was going to come out right… What Ana feared most with this is her lisp could change the meaning of a word and do something that could be seriously harmful to someone. The last thing she wanted was to hurt someone else!

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