He and me. on Transfiguration

Professor Skies

July 16, 2019 8:04 AM

Beginners - Life's a Picnic! by Professor Skies

Professor Skies surveyed the assembled beginners, hoping that the first years were feeling settled - she perhaps needed to hope that for one or two of the second years as well - and that everyone was having a good first day of classes.

"Welcome to Transfiguration," she smiled, an act which emphasised the lines around her mouth and eyes, "I am Deputy Headmistress Skies, though in class you may simply address me as 'Professor.' I will be your Transfiguration teacher.

"Transfiguration is one of the more complex branches of magic, and I should warn you now that it may take you some time to get results. That said, it can be incredibly useful. In general, it is the art of turning one object into another. As you progress, you will also learn how to make objects vanish or to conjure them from nothing. Beyond the studies we offer here, select magical people who are especially adept at transfiguration can learn to transform themselves into animals whilst maintaining their human minds." It was deeply tempting to finish this with 'like so' and turn herself into an owl, but remembering the degree of culture shock some of the Muggleborns had from things like talking and moving paintings, she decided that seeing their teacher transform into an owl might be something to save for another time.

"Today, we are going to start much more simply. You are going to be given a paper plate and will try to transfigure it into a china one. When we transfigure, we take into mind all elements of an object - its shape, its function, its material. With today's task, many of those elements have been removed - you have only one feature to concentrate on, and that should make things significantly easier for you.

"Second years, seeing as that task would be rather too easy for you, you will be taking a side plate along with your paper plate, and will be trying to replicate the pattern to make a matching set - and believe me, I have means of telling the difference between a transfigured plate and a side plate with an engorgement charm on it," she warned them, in case anyone thought that was a clever shortcut.

"All of you will be using the spell lateramen and a gliding wand motion, like so," she demonstrated, holding up the finished plate which had a fine border of pink flowers. “Your homework will be to look up the origin of this spell. You should also look up the definitions of source spells and target spells in your textbook, and identify which this is. I would like you to identify three more spells of each kind, and we will begin next lesson by going around collecting everyone’s examples,” she warned them. Behind her, the chalk wrote the homework on the board in swirling, elegant cursive, along with notes and diagrams for the spell they would be using that day.

“You may talk quietly to your neighbours. Help each other if you get stuck, or call me over. If you are satisfied with your results, or need a break from the practical, you can start your homework during the lesson. You may begin.”

OOC - welcome to Transfiguration. Posting here can earn you house points! Posts should be a minimum of 200 words and will be graded on length, realism, relevance (how well you deal with the class content) and creativity.

Posts are marked out of character, based on the quality of the writing, so a character who says they are doing badly but does so in a well-written and detailed way can still score full points. Remember that Hermione, the best witch of her age, struggled with Transfiguration at first, so please keep your character’s ability level realistic. That said, I feel I’ve given you an easier task, as your objects are already more similar to each other, so there’s a little more scope for differing results. You are also free to make up relevant information that your character is reading in their textbook.

You are being supervised, so if things are going wrong, Selina would step in before anything got terribly out of hand. Please tag me in the subject line if there’s something that needs my attention.

Have fun, have a go, if you’re unsure about anything, ask on the OOC or in chatzy.

Subthreads:

So this will get easier then? by Jezebel Fischer-Reed with Hilda Hexenmeister, Pecari

I like picnics! by Anya Delachene, Pecari with Jessica Hayles, Crotalus

He and me. by Johana Leonie Zauberhexen, Teppenpaw with Sophia Priory, Aladren

Dirty and full of ants? by Bridget Ferguson,Teppenpaw

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Jezebel Fischer-Reed

July 18, 2019 12:03 PM

So this will get easier then? by Jezebel Fischer-Reed

Of all the things that Professor Skies said in her introductory material, one particular phrase stood out to Jezebel: second years, seeing as that task would be rather too easy for you... Jezebel took a moment to look around the room at the faces of the second year students and see that they were not so different from hers, except for the lack of cold fear that seemed to permeate the expressions of some of her fellow classmates. Granted, they didn't all look as confident as Professor Skies seemed to think they should be, but that was just it: Professor Skies was confident in the class as a whole. It wasn't jut she firmly believed in the ability of one student or another, but in the class as a whole. Second years, in general, could do this task easily. If that was all it took - one year of magical education - to start literally changing the physical matter of one thing into another thing, then the next seven years were going to prove very helpful indeed.

With this in mind, Jezebel was hardly worried. She was also pretty sure that she wasn't going to be able to make it work, but that was probably normal. She thought of her mom and wondered whether it was the sort of thing that she would call "faith." Ekene Reed always insisted that if you didn't believe God could do something or other, then He definitely wouldn't prove you wrong. You had to believe it and have faith before it was going to happen. Jezebel wasn't sure what she thought of that, but it didn't seem to help anyway. The whole point for her mom was that God could absolutely be trusted and you could absolutely have faith in Him to do - or at least be able to do - whatever it was that you were praying about. In this case, Jezebel was placing her faith in an eleven year old girl with no knowledge and limited ability to break the laws of science. It didn't help that that eleven year old girl was herself.

Trying to stifle her sigh, and the feelings of being a permanent disappointment to her poor mother, Jezebel turned to the student next to her. She offered a weak smile and held up her paper plate.

"Give me a pair of scissors and I can make a mask out of this," she joked, trying to find some humor in the situation. At least if she came across as funny, then she wouldn't have to actually deal with her problems. "But I've got no idea how to make the magic happen and get china out of it. How do we even begin?"

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Hilda Hexenmeister, Pecari

July 19, 2019 10:53 AM

Ich weiß nicht. by Hilda Hexenmeister, Pecari

Hilda was already having a bad year. Her initial goal to try harder at this whole Being an American thing had run repeatedly into multiple language barriers, not least of which was trying to get her German tongue around unfamiliar words like ‘Hippogriff hypothesis’ just to get let into the Pecari common room. She hated Professor O’Malley just a little bit for that one. Hilda might have illegally divulged the House password to an Aladren just to be sure the woman wasn’t cheerfully throwing unpronounceable nonsense at them for fun and giggles.

Heinrich had to look them up, but he confirmed they were both real English words, if not ones that had any business being paired together.

Worse than the password though was returning to classes and the deluges of English that made up the professors’ lectures. Hilda was catching more than she had last year, but that was like saying a crup was better at playing Quidditch than a kneazle was. Crups could catch balls, but neither could fly brooms or understand the rules.

So she sat through the transfigurion lesson, catching a word or phrase here and there but not grasping the overall play. The word plate came up a lot. She knew that one. It was part of a table setting. She just wasn’t entirely certain if it was the flat thing she put her sandwich on, or the curved thing that held her cereal.

When Professor Skies demonstrated turning a paper flat dish into a china flat dish with pretty flowers, though, Hilda figured she knew enough to guess at their assignment. Demonstrations were usually a pretty conclusive indicator for what was expected of them during a lesson.

Also the chalkboard was filling up with words, and written English was a lot easier to decipher than spoken English. Hilda got out her German-English dictionary and started the arduous task of translating.

She had gotten far enough to realize she translating a homework assignment and not the class exercise when the first year next to her spoke. There were words. Some she knew, most she didn’t. Give ... this ... no idea (Hilda could sympathize with that one) ... How do we even begin?

Overwhelmed. Hilda knew about overwhelmed. She picked up her wand, and tried to explain, in a language she was nowhere near proficient in. “Wand. Move.” She repeated the movement she’d seen Professor Skies do. “Think.” She touched a finger to her temple. “Picture.” She moved her wand again, and said, “Word.” She couldn’t remember the incantation, and she hadn’t gotten that far in her translation of the board, so she just gestured vaguely in that direction on the assumption it was up there somewhere. She tapped her temple again, in emphasis, “Picture,” she repeated.

Hopefully, that made even a little bit of sense to the new witch. Or at least gave her a place to start, as she’d asked for.

With those perhaps overly simplistic instructions for how to begin out of the way, she pointed to the center of her chest and added, “Hilda.”

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Anya Delachene, Pecari

July 19, 2019 1:03 PM

I like picnics! by Anya Delachene, Pecari

Anya was wearing jeans and battered green t-shirt that said ‘Shooting Star Feed: Best Malt Whiskey Feed for Abraxons’ in fading gray letters. It looked too big for her, like someone had put a shrinking charm on it once, but the enchantment was falling apart as the shirt itself lost its structural integrity. It had come free with one of their feed shipments, sized for an adult, but Anya had been the only on in the family with any interest in wearing it. Mom had tried to convince her to throw it away instead of packing it for school, but Anya would hear none of that.

It was, after all, Sonora colors, perfectly matching the school robes she wasn’t wearing. She had to show school spirit for her first day of classes, and wearing that hindering straightjacket of a uniform was entirely out of the question.

Charms was the first class of the day, and she got through that one without major mishap, though she did get told several times to return to her seat and that wandering about the room was not appropriate. She didn’t understand how people could expect them to stay in the same place for a whole hour without getting up and moving around, and she’d had to ask to go to the bathroom once just so she could see different walls for a couple minutes. She was not looking forward to Potions, which came in two hour blocks.

Now in Transfigurations, she sat atop her desk awaiting the class to start. She dutifully moved into her chair when that happened, more in response to the prompting of Professor Skies’ pointed look than by her own initiative, but she sat, in her chair, and listened to the introduction, mildly disappointed that there was no animagus demonstration. That would be so cool. She wanted to be a bird. Maybe an eagle.

Before she did that though, she was going to have to make a disposable plate into fine china. Yippee.

She pushed aside her resentment that she had to start so pretentiously, and reminded herself if was just the first step to getting her wings. If she ended up shattering the plate - the most likely outcome of mixing Anya with fine china - that would just prove she’d done it right.

She collected a paper plate and returned to her desk, hoisting herself up onto its surface again and balancing her plate over her crossed ankles. She pulled her wand out from the back pocket of her jeans and studied her plate a moment.

It was a pretty flimsy plate. It would probably fall apart if anyone put anything too wet or greasy on it. She poked at it, testing its elasticity. Definitely more a bendy plate than a brittle plate right now. That was going to have to change. Also, the plain white was way too boring. That had to go, too.

She picked up her quill (she hadn’t quite been sitting on it) and sketched a rough outline of an eagle in the middle, to make it a fun and interesting china piece instead of a hideous flowery one.

“Here goes,” she said, psyching herself up, imagining one of Mom’s fancy dinner plates in the china cabinet, but with a cool eagle in the middle of it instead of a pink rose.

Anya made the gliding motion with her wand, and stumbled over the unfamiliar incantation, and . . . nothing happened at all. The total paperness of the plate was more than a little disheartening after she’d been starting to see results with her Charms spell in the previous class.

“Well, that didn’t work,” she complained, and looked down at her neighbor. “How’s yours going? Transfig’s a whole different ball game to Charms, isn’t it?”

OOC: Reprimands in Charms approved by Gray’s author. Selina’s pointed ‘off the desk’ look was assumed based on normal teacher getting-class-started protocols.

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Jessica Hayles, Crotalus

July 19, 2019 2:03 PM

I do, too. by Jessica Hayles, Crotalus

The girl's outfit was hideous. Besides Jessica's increasing aversion to forest green, there was also the state of the t-shirt. It looked like something which was on the brink of no longer fit for garden work, and it didn't even fit the girl properly. Her hair was also untidy, and jeans were in Jessica's opinion rarely flattering even to someone otherwise well-dressed, much less someone who was not. Normally, therefore, if Jessica looked at her at all, it would have been with mild contempt.

At the moment, though, there was nothing of that in the way she kept glancing at the girl sitting on top (!) of the desk beside hers. Instead, it was almost pure fascination.

Almost, because it was mixed with just a hint of glee at the thought of what must have been going through Skies' head at the sight and anticipation of Skies suffering through trying to keep the girl more or less in her seat. Jessica thought that any inconvenience an unruly brought to herself would be a very fair payment for watching Skies slowly lose her tiny mind. However, most of her attitude was one of fascination.

Here was someone who was refusing to play nicely. Here was someone breaking the rules.

Jessica touched her necklace, carefully only just skimming her fingers over the delicate ivy leaves to avoid stressing the century-old enamelwork. Jessica couldn't help but think about things like that. Jessica never thought about breaking rules, at least not for long. She hated the uniform as much as everything else about this place, but it brought on her nerves to even think about deliberately, openly breaking a rule. People did from time to time, but rarely so...blatantly, and she felt a bit as though she were observing a member of another species here.

She tried to direct her attention to her side plate. Skies had a tiny brain and was a horrible person, but somewhere or other she had acquired nice enough china, Jessica supposed. She didn't recognize the mark on the back of it, but when she lifted it to the light, it was translucent enough, and the pattern was pretty enough. The edges of the dish and the center were rimmed in cobalt blue, with straight, evenly spaced bars of blue running between them. In the white spaces, there were tiny red flowers. It looked very antique Americana. Jessica personally preferred pastels, but this was pretty. She would not mind making a copy of it on the cheap paper one. At least temporarily, she could make something better than it really was on the outside.

The phrase lipstick on a pig sprang to mind. She ignored it.

She pulled her slim tube of gloss out of her little handbag and applied another sheer coat of pink to her own lips, a mental signal to herself that she was ready to get to business. She put it away and made her first attempt. A few faint splotches appeared on the paper plate, but it felt paper all over. Leaves fell from trees and flowed steadily down to the sea. And so it went.

“Well, that didn’t work.”

Jessica looked up at the girl then - farther up than seemed appropriate, really, given the girl's position. "It is," she agreed, the words slightly tinged with a Southern accent. "Charms just adds things, or moves them, or - stuff. This is supposed to change things. It's difficult."

Jessica didn't know all the science, but she did know just enough to know she was probably making a very serious understatement. That was one thing that sometimes occurred to her...there was power here. The only trouble was, if she wasn't allowed to use it, then it was useless to her and she had no reason to acquire it - it was just something to make things even more difficult. And it frightened her. There were limits to what people should be able to do. This all passed right by them.

"I'm Jessica," she added. "Welcome to the school."

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Jezebel Reed-Fischer

July 20, 2019 4:58 PM

Something something something? by Jezebel Reed-Fischer

Jezebel was quiet for a moment, taking in what had just happened. Her classmate's accent was heavy and seemed genuine so she was pretty sure she wasn't being made fun of. That happened sometimes at school -- or . . . at her old school -- but she didn't think that's what was happening here. Besides, the words that the girl managed actually were sort of helpful and they came with an introduction.

"Jezebel," she offered, smiling and pointing to herself in mimicry. "Or Jazz."

She pondered the rest of the advice for a moment, trying to sort out whether she was supposed to make a picture in her head, and how exactly that was meant to help. She felt like magic was supposed to come from someplace, but she wasn't sure where to draw from.

"Word?" she confirmed, pointing to where she'd written down the incantation. Deciding to take full advantage of her notes, she drew the paper plate, then an arrow and some bits of swirly goodness happening around a thinking face, and then a china plate. "Picture that?" she confirmed, pointing to the decent likeness she'd managed, and then pointing to her own forehead. "Where does the magic come From, though?"

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Johana Leonie Zauberhexen, Teppenpaw

July 21, 2019 4:44 PM

He and me. by Johana Leonie Zauberhexen, Teppenpaw

Johana Leonie thought it was odd that her brother was in the same class as her and the same House as her. She was pretty sure it was fantastic. After all, they'd grown up thick as thieves and she doubted that would change too much at school. At the same time, she couldn't help worrying that others would like him more than her. She hadn't really made any friends other than Hilda, and Hilda had come to visit which made her more of a family friend now, too. On the bright side, Freddie had gotten on best with the youngest Hexenmeister and Johana Leonie didn't have to worry about that. Unless they grew up and fell in love and had a dozen babies and wouldn't that just be the sweetest?

Putting aside her daydreams, Johana Leonie focused on the task at hand. She was pleased to say that she was indeed able to transfigure a paper plate into a china one, and was much less worried about the design for two reasons. First of all, a design was something she could wrap her head around no matter the language; it was visual and beautiful and pretty things were always easier. At the same time, she didn't really care that much how closely things matched, and worried that she wouldn't have an easy go at that part. If she could do her own design, that would be one thing. Of course, that would be the first year task.

She was pleased that she had understood a large majority of the lecture so far, and felt bad when she realized with a grimace that Hilda definitely had not. Johana Leonie had been working very hard on her English, largely due to Freddie's work at it, and she wondered whether her friend was lacking so much out of stubbornness at this point. Either way, that was up to Hilda. Johana Leonie would be her friend and help her all the same. Besides, Johana Leonie herself understood less than she would have liked to. She just happened to enjoy transfiguration.

"If you want with me to work?" Johana Leonie asked, turning to the student beside her. "Would. Would, not if." She smiled apologetically before continuing. "Working with people ist nice." If her accent wasn't going to get any better, at least her vocabulary would.

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Bridget Ferguson,Teppenpaw

July 26, 2019 3:57 AM

Dirty and full of ants? by Bridget Ferguson,Teppenpaw

Bridget was feeling a bit less anxious about starting school this year than last. First of all, she was a second year now and Sonora wasn't new to her. More importantly though, Mama wasn't sick. Well, okay, technically, she was always sick but not...actively sick at the moment. Well enough to semi-function. Which was all Bridget could hope for really and therefore, while she still worried because that was subject to change at any time, she wasn't as worried as she otherwise would be. Plus her dad had seen her off to the wagon and wasn't even fall down drunk at the time!

That tended to be sort of an issue. Great-Great-Grandfather Brockert preferred that Dad stayed out of the public eye because of how he was usually...or rather, always drunk. He said it embarassed the family, even though Dad's last name was Ferguson, not Brockert. Of course, the Fergusons, for their part, seemed to feel the same.

Which led to Bridget's dad often being excluded from social functions and using Mama's illness as a cover to explain why neither he nor Mama were there, even though Bridget herself was often included. Still, she very much resented both the fact that Dad was excluded and considered an embarassment and that Mama's illness was being used in that way.

Anyway, with Mama not currently being acutely ill, Bridget could focus her attention elsewhere. The worries she had about her mother would always be at the back of her mind lurking but for now, she could allow other things to take precedent.

Such as the team challenges. Bridget was equal parts concerned about who would be on her team and what the actual tasks would be. She didn't want to be with anyone mean or have to do any really athletic tasks as she was kind of clumsy. She'd probably screw up and then if she had teammates who were the mean sort-especially if they were the mean sort who thought they were better than everyone because they were good at sports and looked down on people who weren't, as opposed to say, the type her cousin Arianna was or the type her cousin Oliver was.

Not that Bridget could think of anyone who was that type off the top of her head but Adam had assured her that they were out there. And she didn't really know the older students at all.Or the first years either yet.

On the other hand, perhaps there would be Transfiguration or Potions related tasks though probably not cocktail making. Of course, that sounded more up Headmaster Brockert's alley-her father wasn't the only member of their family who liked his booze after all-than something sports related, but Bridget doubted the board would allow such a thing. Regular potion making however could totally be involved as could Transfiguration.

And speaking of Transfig....Professor Skies was speaking of Transfig. The Teppenpaw quickly turned her attention to the professor. Okay, so a side plate to go with the paper one. She could do this. Fortunately the pattern didn't look too intricate. It seemed to be a fairly simple one with blueberries around the rim.

She was just about to do the spell when the person next to her spoke up.

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Hilda

July 26, 2019 1:22 PM

Magie kommt von euch allen by Hilda

Hilda thought that if all people talked in such short sentences and supplemented them with drawings as Jazz did, she’d be doing a lot better at Sonora.

She nodded when Jazz questioned whether the word she had written in her notes was the word she was talking about. It looked suitably Not-German-Or-English to be an incantation, so she guessed it was the right one. She nodded again at the accuracy of the sketch. “Ja, perfekt.” She did not bother translating that to English because she was pretty certain she did not need to. The nodding should translate the ja part and perfekt was just about the same in English. Hilda’s favorite English words were the ones she didn’t need to learn because England hadn’t messed them up too badly when it corrupted Old German. Stupid England. Stupid French invaders.

The next question was going to be harder to answer though. There had been more words, but Hilda was getting better at picking out the important ones and ignoring the rest, and this time she thought those were ‘Where magic from?’ and there wasn’t really an easy answer to that, even if the two girls had both been fluent in the same language.

She touched her temple, “Magic.” She touched her heart, “Magic.” She touched each of her arms, “Magic.” She touched both of her hands, “Magic.” She touched her feet, “Magic.” Her legs, “Magic.” Her stomach. “Magic.”

She paused a moment, trying to figure out how to express the next bit. She gestured sweeping movements from her extremities in toward her center, “From allen.” She lifted her wand, and said, “Der Fokus.” She pointed to its tip. “Magic from you, out wand.” She touched her temple again, “Think, picture” she struggled, not having the vocabulary to express what she wanted to say, “Magic does picture. Need picture oder keine Magie. Or no magic,” she repeated, correcting herself when she realized belatedly that she had accidentally slipped into German in her effort to break it down into the simplest of concepts.

She hoped that was close enough. She hoped that helped. She hoped most of it had actually been in English.

“Sorry. Mine Englisch ist not gut.”

OOC: Thanks, Google translate.

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Jezebel Reed-Fischer

July 26, 2019 1:32 PM

I knew a guy named Allen once. by Jezebel Reed-Fischer

For someone who clearly struggled with the English language, Hilda communicated pretty dang well. Considering how overwhelming and complicated everything seemed to be at Sonora, this breakdown was a lot more comforting than the older girl probably realized. Their topic of conversation was a topic which had been on Jezebel's mind since she'd been accepted to Sonora, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about it. She'd talked to Dathan a little bit, but their families were too different - even if it was really all one big family - for them to relate too much on this front.

"I am magic," Jezebel summarised.

She thought the whole thing was a bit like being an artist; the art and the skill came from the person and their brain and such, but the product of their work came from the way all of that was focused through the end of a paintbrush. She wondered whether she could take up art at Sonora; it might help her with her magic, too.

"Your English is better than my German," Jezebel said, smiling. "But really, your English is not bad."

Good would have been a stretch, but not bad was true enough. After all, the biggest problem seemed to be with limited vocabulary and structure, not with the words themselves. Jezebel had understood just fine.

"Can I watch you do yours first?" she added, nodding at the plates and pointing to Hilda. She wasn't sure I need to know this is actually possible for us would make any sense to her, so she settled on pointing at herself and making a distinctly uncertain face, before pointing back to Hilda with a more pleasant expression. "It will help me."

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Sophia Priory, Aladren

August 19, 2019 4:53 PM

And we are all together coo-coo-cachoo by Sophia Priory, Aladren

Ever since the announcement had been made at the Opening Feast regarding the Challenges, Sophia been worrying a bit about who her teammates would be. Not because she thought someone would pick on her, but because she did not suffer fools. Or rather ridiculous entitled brats.

And there were plenty of those about. Take the first year girl who was currently not wearing her robes. Now, Sophia was not the sort of person who was a stickler for all rules, as some genuinely made people's lives more difficult as they had to jump through hoops or were kept from doing something they loved but really was wearing robes to class really something that put people out? Judging by this girl's clothing, she certainly wasn't the same sort of girl that Arianna was that really cared about fashion and appearance.

What sort of girl the first year was was evident by the fact that she was a Pecari. When Pecaris thought incredibly highly of themselves and that they were above rules which were easy to follow, it wasn't because their families were rich important purebloods-even though that was sometimes a factor-it was because they thought the traits that made them Pecaris, being athletic and adventurous, made them somehow "cooler" and better than other people. Sophia had no patience for that whatsoever. Not that she had patience for the other reasons people acted that way either.

Anyway, the girl was nowhere near as important as today's Transfiguration lesson, no matter what she might think of herself. Sophia's attention quickly turned itself to Professor Skies' as the Transfiguration professor began to speak.

The Aladren had just selected her plate, a light blue one, with an intricate gold pattern, when Bridget's roommate Johana Leonie, spoke to her. "Sure, I'd love to." Sophia replied, getting the gist of what the German girl was saying.Maybe she'd get to practice her German.

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