This isn’t alohomora on Transfiguration

Selina Skies

March 17, 2020 7:07 AM

Beginners - Bag It Up by Selina Skies

Selina had had a rather busy weekend, wearing rather a lot of different hats. Figurative hats. She would leave the more literal kind up to Mary, who seemed to enjoy wearing them. Mostly, she had been wearing her ‘academic support’ hat over the weekend - she had had a letter from Zara Jackson’s parents, enquiring about support for their son, Bertie, who had a stammer. Ellie Alperton had also dropped by her office, double checking whether a formal dyslexia diagnosis was necessary for academic support. The latter had surprised her, because Ellie’s homework was usually virtually flawless, unless one counted a tendency to dot ‘i’s with little hearts as a problem (Selina very definitely did but not to the extent she was going to point it out unless it became all-consuming). This question, it turned out, pertained more to her brother than herself. Selina had written back to the Jacksons to explain that it was not an area in which she had any experience, but she would happily support any plans they had in place (they had mentioned various things about a summer camp and an offsite therapist but seemed to be weighing up Sonora versus specialist schooling) and assured Ellie that no, no diagnosis would be necessary for her brother, if he both came to Sonora and did indeed have trouble with his written work.

Now it was Monday again (already) and time to get on with teaching some actual magic. The beginners had been making steady progress with the basics. The principles that Selina had steadily laid down over the first part of the term had been the idea of treating their transfiguration projects like a compare and contrast activity - taking notes about size and shape, materials, function, anything they could think of, between the object they were starting with and what they were aiming for. This allowed them to channel their energy only into altering that which needed altering. A lot of the early items they’d transfigured had come with the requirements to make written notes beforehand, to be sure they were thinking it through thoroughly.
As the first years had been taking these baby steps, the second years had been given the task of including more design work in their projects. Today it was sort of time to bring them all onto the same page.

“Good morning,” Selina greeted them, “Today, you will continue your work on inanimate transfigurations. However, it’s time for first years to get in on the design skills element, which is so important in Transfiguration.

“As we’ve already discussed, the number of changes you make to an item can simplify the work - if you’re able to reduce the number of changes, for example if colour or material are not important, it will make it easier to complete the transfiguration. Naturally, the opposite is true too. If you are in an exam situation, you will be marked more highly for a project where you’ve made multiple changes above and beyond the mere functional - it’s also sometimes nice too. If you’re making something for yourself, you’re quite likely to want to alter the materials, the colours and so on. There are limits to how much and how often things can be reworked, which we’ll get into for later theory lessons. But for now, let’s explore what you can do.

“You are each going to receive a small, plain canvas bag,” she held up an example, “I would like you to transform it in at least two different ways - that might be the material it’s made from, the shape and style, the colour, or adding a design to it. You all of course have a nice, solid foundation to work with here - can anyone tell me what that is?” she asked, not expecting to have to call on more than one person to get the right answer, “So this is the time to really stretch yourself in all other ways.

“The spell is ’saccus’ and requires a light sweeping wand movement, like so,” she demonstrated, turning the plain canvas tote in front of her into a small beaded clutch.

“Your homework will be to monitor your bags for functionality and decay, and to look up three reasons why it won’t be advisable to go full Cinderella for the ball - why it would be inadvisable to transfigure your full outfit and accessories from base materials,” she paraphrased, for anyone not familiar with the tale. Whilst they might be able to use Transfiguration for some simple alteration and matching, they were a long way off full, functional fashion that would last an entire evening.

“You may talk quietly with your neighbours as you work. If you have any difficulties or questions, call me over. You may begin,” she informed them.

OOC - welcome to beginners transfiguration. Posts here are graded on your realism not how well you claim to have performed, so keep it in line with what could be expected of someone of your character's age and experience. You are being supervised and Professor Skies would not allow anything to get out of hand, so please give me time to intervene if you are having/causing trouble, and tag me in the subject line to get my attention. Your character now has some experience, and should be able to make some changes with their first attempt, but it would take them a while to get things perfect.

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This isn’t alohomora by Josephine Clyde with Gabriel Wilson

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Josephine Clyde

March 24, 2020 12:55 AM

This isn’t alohomora by Josephine Clyde

Transfiguration. This was it. This was the class that Josie had been waiting for since school started. Since she first read her Transfiguration textbook. She’d read the entire book and even though she hardly understood any of it she just knew that that would all change. Charms was fun, easier than she thought it would be, but fun. Care of Magical Creatures was only a little bit dangerous, but that had been her fault really. She could see it becoming a fun class that would give her some challenges. Potions was nothing like baking, but was becoming just as interesting. She’d still need some guidance with that one before she felt comfortable enough to call it fun. But this! Transfiguration! This was what she’d always imagined magic to be like. Changing one thing into another thing! Josie had read plenty of interesting and wild, to her, things in the textbook and, honestly, she was excited for the theory part of class. She had so many questions.

Josie’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she watched Professor Skies turn a plain shopping bag into a pretty purse. MAGIC! This was the magic she’d been dreaming of since her acceptance letter. She patiently waited for the professor to finish with her instructions and almost ripped the bag in her excitement. The bag itself was plain, nothing like the fancy designer ones that Minnie used for her shopping trips. Apparently plastic was bad for the Earth, so Minnie always insisted on using the cloth bags whenever they went out. They were called canvas bags, if she remembered correctly. So now her job was to change this plain little bag into something else. Color seemed like the easiest one, so she’d try that one first and then go from there. If it was as easy as Charms had been then maybe she’d be able to try all the other options too!

Placing the bag in front of her Josie reviewed the spell. Saccus. Sweeping motion. Seemed simple enough. Did rainbow count as a color? The bag was just too plain, but she couldn’t decide on just one color. Josie thought about a rainbow. Really, really imagined a rainbow as vividly as she could in her mind.

“Saccus!

But the bag hadn’t turned any color. It hadn’t even moved, not even a little bit! What was wrong? Maybe she hadn’t done the sweeping motion correctly? She reviewed it one more time and, “Saccus!”

Half the bag turned an ugly brown color and the other half remained the same. What on earth was happening? Why wasn’t this just…just working? Like in Charms?
Josie leaned back in her chair, a frown forming as she picked up her bag, gently touching the ugly color. Was she pronouncing it wrong? The sweeping motion was definitely right. Saccus. Sac-cus. Sa-cc-us. Other people in the class seemed to be pronouncing the same way she was and she knows that she pronounced it the same was Professor Skies did. The professor had said to ask for help if they needed it, but she wanted to try one more time. Third time was the charm, right?
She took a deep breath, gave up on rainbow and settled for trying to at least make the rest of the bag the same ugly brown color. Sweeping motion!

“Saccus!”

Josie, without realizing, had closed her eyes for her last try. As she opened them to look at her bag she wasn’t sure if she should be happy or upset that the bag had changed color. The rest of the bag was a different color now, but it wasn’t an ugly brown, it was a very pale, pastel rainbow. Some parts were so pale that the bag’s original color showed through instead. It was probably time to ask for help. But she still didn’t want to ask the professor for help. After all, it had worked! Kind of. Gathering up her bag she leaned over to her neighbor and nudged them gently.

“How are you doing with yours? Mine’s a bit of a mess honestly. I don’t know what the problem is. What did you change with your bag?”

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Gabriel Wilson

March 25, 2020 9:44 AM

Nope, that's Charms by Gabriel Wilson

Gabriel was super excited to go to Transfiguration and learn new things. Which was literally how he felt about every class, every day. Except for flying lessons, which was not the least bit interesting and besides, he'd already rather known the basics of that already as a boy growing up in a magical family who had zero intention of playing Quidditch. Everything else though was useful and fascinating .

He even enjoyed the theoretical lectures and assignments which Gabriel was sure bored some of his classmates to death. The first year, however, just plain loved learning. He wasn't doing these things to be a know-it-all or better than people. Those people were obnoxious. Those were the Aladrens that Fabian didn't like and he was right not to like those people. Knowing things was great but one did not have to be a jerk about it. However, so far, that wasn't really Gabriel's impression of the other Aladrens that he saw. Besides, there were people out there-people usually in Fabian's house-that thought they were better that others because they were good at Quidditch-or even just because they played it regardless of skill-or adventurous or whatever. People who would call people like Gabriel a nerd and not mean it in a positive way. (If someone like that did call him a nerd, he was so going to pretend they meant it as a compliment.) So far though, he hadn't really seen this characteristics in his classmates either.

Not to mention there were people like Kelsey who thought that purebloods were inherently superior. Gabriel had to admit there were Muggleborns and half-bloods who were likely better at some things than he was. Granted, some of the things they were probably better at were likely Muggle world specific things that Gabriel had never experienced such as Muggle sports. However, it was also likely that Mara and Morgan were better Quidditch players than he would be. That they had more inherent athletic ability.

Anyway, Gabriel enjoyed learning because he found out cool things. Like that if people were exposed to unpleasant smells-presumably while sleeping- they would have bad dreams. He himself wasn't especially prone to nightmares but some of his cousins had had bad experiences in life so he had suggested that they smell something pleasant. However, Ryan,who not only had a difficult childhood but a job where he saw horrible things, unfortunately had allergies so the Crotalus alum had to find something that he could tolerate. Like the smell of Italian food cooking.

Another thing that Gabriel had learned was that most concussions and a lot of traumatic brain injuries happened due to sports related accidents. It was a good reason to avoid playing Quidditch as well as another reason why he wasn't fond of flying lessons.

Professor Skies began the lesson and Gabriel focused in. Well, if you could call it that when he'd been sitting here eager to learn for the last fifteen minutes. He was already focused in. Anyway, so they were transfiguring bags in two separate ways. Gabriel supposed the best way to do that would be to change the color and the style of the bag. Like take the plain canvas bag and make it into a bookbag. To carry more books, of course. And he guessed he could make it Aladren blue. Like his actual bag that he used to carry books to classes. His actual bookbag was pretty state of the art with regards to charms that had been placed on it. It was bigger on the inside. It was water-proof. It was charmed to not be too heavy and hurt his shoulders, because naturally, the first year had more books than just his school books in there.

The best way to do this was in steps. Of course, color changing was actually a charm and this was Transfiguration. So, Gabriel lifted his bag up onto his desk and concentrated on it. " Saccus" The canvas bag shifted, turning blue, but a much lighter one than he intended-much lighter than the one his book bag was-and was roughly the shape of his bag, though it lacked the straps or pockets or zippers that his had.

Gabriel was just about to try again when Josie spoke to him. He gave her a friendly smile. "I was just trying to duplicate my bag. I mean, not duplicate duplicate it, because that's a different and higher level spell but transfigure the canvas bag into something that looks like my bag as it's sitting right here and I don't have to visualize it. However, it's probably a bit more complex than I should have taken on." Gabriel looked at Josie's bag. "Yours isn't bad. It did something but maybe you should have tried a single color? I mean, we're first years. While it would look good to do more, it's not expected at this point."

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Josephine Clyde

April 03, 2020 9:41 PM

This is harder than Charms! by Josephine Clyde

Josie looked at Gabriel’s bag, looked back at hers and then looked at his again. The fellow Aladren’s bag was blue and looked maybe a little bit bigger? Hers was still a mess of clashing colors and she hadn’t even gotten to the second change yet. She remembered there was a section in the book about duplication. Did that mean Gabriel had read ahead in the textbook too? Maybe he was as excited for Transfiguration as she had been! He was the only first year Aladren who was a boy, so she hadn’t had too much time to talk to him. Mara and Morgan were her roommates and they could talk in their dorm room whenever they wanted, but that wasn’t a choice with Gabriel. She’d seen him at the Orientation and Opening Feast and of course during class time, but she hadn’t really talked to him that much. Still, the fact that he seemed to know what he was talking about for Transfiguration made her like him that much more. Anyone who liked Transfiguration was a star in her book. Gabriel did have a point about expectations, but she couldn’t help it! This was the class she’d been the most excited for.

“You’re probably right,” She admitted, “But I couldn’t just choose one color. I mean, isn’t it so exciting? We’re changing stuff into other stuff!”

She glanced at Professor Skies to make sure their professor hadn’t noticed and quieted down for a bit before continuing, “That’s smart. Trying to make it look like something you already have, plus it’s right in front of you. Maybe I should’ve tried to make it look like my old backpack. I figured since I already knew what rainbows looked like it would be easy. I visualized it really really clearly, but then this brown color came out. But when I tried to match the rest of the bag to the brown color it became like this.” She gestured to the bag on the table in front of them, “I think maybe I’m doing something wrong.”

That embarrassed her to admit, but it was undeniably true. Even her step-brothers would have been able to see that there was something wrong with her bag. The class she’d been the most excited for was obviously not as excited to meet her. Charms had been so simple! She didn’t want to compare the two, but she couldn’t help it. Swishes and flicks made Charms so easy that she assumed all the other classes would be the same. Clearly, she was wrong. If Gabriel couldn't help her then she'd have to ask Professor Skies for help and she really wanted to be able to do this on her own.

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Gabriel Wilson

April 07, 2020 2:22 PM

Depends on your point of view by Gabriel Wilson

Gabriel carefully considered how to respond to his fellow Aladren.This seemed to be all new to Josie whereas he had grown up with magic. Therefore, it wasn't quite as...much of a new experience to him, though doing it himself was. Still, it was something he'd always known was possible so to him it was not something mind bendingly exciting that things could be changed into other things. Gabriel had always known that.

What was mind bendingly exciting to him though was that a shrimp's heart was in it's head. That was fascinating. There were people out there who were accused of thinking with their hearts rather than their heads so that shrimp's heart was in it's head was something amazing. Or that a rhinocerous's horn was made of hair. Or that elephants were the only animal that couldn't jump. Or that a koala's fingerprint was indistinguishable from a human's. Or that bats were the only mammals that could fly.

Anyway, how could Gabriel say to Josie that the concept of Transfiguration being a thing that people could do wasn't that big of a deal to him? Or rather, how could he say it without sounding like a condescending jerk? The Aladren tried very hard not to become that kind of Aladren-the sort Fabian hated- or that kind of pureblood- the sort that Kelsey was. He wanted to make friends and be liked.

Gabriel supposed it was just best to be honest and keep smiling. "I grew up with magic, so it's not new to me, but it is exciting that I'm learning to do it myself." He looked at her bag, which was not...the prettiest color. Not that Gabriel was into pretty colors or anything. "When you pick to do a rainbow, you're changing it into several colors at once. All the different colors, without a clear border, blended together to make brown. If you pick one solid color, maybe your favorite, it'll become just that color instead of brown. Unless you want it to be brown, which it seems like you don't."

"And don't feel bad, nobody is getting this perfect on the first try." Gabriel reassured her. "I didn't either. At least you got yours to do something. Some people might not be able to get any results at all. And like I said, you were just overly ambitious for the skill level we're at." He went on. "If you're having trouble figuring out a color, you could write them down on slips of paper, turn them over, mix them up and draw one out. " He suggest, trying to help.

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Josephine Clyde

April 11, 2020 7:39 PM

It certainly helps if there's more than one by Josephine Clyde

Growing up with magic and a magical background must have been nice. At least Gabriel hadn’t been completely caught off guard by the acceptance letter. It’s not that Josie had been. Really. It’s not. She knew deep down that she was special and that her father had always told her so. Her memories of their nights on the roof might be a little foggy now, but she could remember the happiness. And the lectures from her mother. They were always the same.
Don’t go on the roof. How many times do I have to tell you two not to go on the roof? Are you two on the roof again?! Get down from there right this instant or so help me God I will tan both your hides.
Josie was a bit fuzzy on the last one, but her father had told her that it was a bad thing. Their starry nights always seemed the same: sneak away after dinner, talk…about things she can’t remember now, get caught, get lectured, get hugged, and get ready for bed. In fact, she could recite from memory the exact order of every night and the following conversations down to almost every last detail. Then…why couldn’t she remember her conversations with her father? So strange. Very weird. Best to move on. It wouldn’t help with Transfiguring her bag if she was stuck in some silly memory she couldn’t remember.

Josie listened to Gabriel’s suggestions and advice. A magical childhood wasn’t something she was ever going to have, but she could at least make the most of what she had now. The rainbow thing made total sense. Even if she knew what a rainbow was, it was seven different colors; definitely a bit of a stretch for a first lesson in Transfiguration. She looked at her honestly ugly bag with a critical eye and thought long and hard about what steps she needed to take to fix it. Gabriel was being so nice and super helpful. His advice was useful and he had a lot of different suggestions.

“Thanks Gabriel, I think I’ll try out the Bingo method you mentioned.”

A color didn’t immediately come to mind. Well, green, but she was staying away from all things green as best as she could. Her robes were green and adding a green bag on top of that, no matter the shade, would definitely look terrible. She’d come this far with the rainbow, might as well stick with it. Josie fumbled around in her schoolbag for a spare piece of parchment and ripped it up into seven pieces. Each ROYGBIV letter got their own home and the papers were dropped back into her schoolbag. She fished one out and the letter ‘i’ stared back at her. Indigo it was then. The purple kind not the very dark blue kind. Because there were two kinds of indigo and while she liked the dark blue one more she didn’t want to look like she was copying Gabriel’s blue bag.

“ Saccus! ”

And…it worked! Okay, it was still not as deep of a color as she wanted, more of a blue-violet than indigo, but it wasn’t something disgusting anymore! Josie couldn’t help the little squeal that slipped past her teeth. She had her arms around her fellow Aladren, squeezing him tight enough that he must have felt her thankfulness. Without him, she doubted her success.

“Gabe, it worked! It really worked. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I thought I’d never get it.”
Josie let go of him and turned back to her not-quite-indigo-but-at-least-one-color-now bag. What should she do next?

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Gabriel Wilson

April 13, 2020 6:52 PM

Two heads are better than one by Gabriel Wilson

"You're welcome. Glad to be of help." Gabriel smiled at Josie, though he was confused about her calling it the Bingo Method. Bingo was a game where people got a card with numbers printed on it. When their numbers were called out, the players marked them with tiles. If someone had tiles on all their numbers in a row, they called out Bingo and got a prize. The American form of Bingo, using seventy-five balls was invented almost one hundred years ago but it actually originated in Italy about five hundred years ago and was based on their national lottery.

The only similarity to what Josie was doing was that she was picking things out of a bag the way bingo numbers were picked. At least for Muggles, in magical Bingo, the numbers called themselves.

Josie picked indigo out of her schoolbag and tried the spell again. This time it worked.The other Aladren squealed and suddenly she was shortening his name and hugging him . His face turned beat red. Gabriel was not adverse to hugs, they were quite nice but he didn't know his classmate that well.

But honestly, he didn't mind. Did this mean they were friends now? The first year really hoped so. Friends were such a nice thing and he would be so excited to make one. "Good job!" Gabriel encourged her.

Suddenly, he remembered his own assignment. He'd been so caught up in helping his new friend that he hadn't been working on it. Gabriel turned back to his bags, both his book bag and the Transfig assignment that he was trying to make look like it. He invisioned it getting darker, the same color as his actual book bag and straps forming on the back. " Saccus"

Success! He grinned and turned back to Josie. "Did you know that Germans used Bingo cards over two hundred years ago to teach multiplication tables?" Gabriel simply adored facts and to him, telling people about them was a way to make conversation, one that he found much more interesting than small talk about the weather or Quidditch, although there were cool facts about the former too such as that wind did not make a sound until it blew against an object or that the highest recorded temperature on Earth was 134 degrees in Death Valley, California and that the coldest one was -128 degrees t in Antarctica. Anyway, Josie was an Aladren so Gabriel thought she might like learning facts too.

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Josephine Clyde

April 20, 2020 6:02 PM

Depends on the head, don't you think? by Josephine Clyde

Josie was a hugger. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She hugged first and asked questions later, so hopefully Gabe didn’t mind one even though they weren’t super close. He was a fellow Aladren and she didn’t know that many boys her age and the ones she did know didn’t like learning things like she did.

“That’s super interesting! I bet Mr. and Mrs. Alderberry would have liked that. My mother used to volunteer at the community center as the bingo lady. I would take the numbers out of a hat and she would say it. It used to be a lot of fun actually.”

Josie’s voice dropped off. She’d forgotten about that community center with the friendly workers and the doting elderly. Everyone had treated her like their grandchild or niece or daughter and it was always full of laughter and snacks. Mr. and Mrs. Alderberry had been math teachers and they always argued over the probability of the other person winning. They had been her favorite since they knew so much and were always willing to talk to her. The last time she had gone was a few weeks before the accident. Maybe that was why she didn’t remember it. Why remember something simple and happy when it was easier to remember the bad? She tried to give Gabe an unaffected smile.

“Germany, huh? I read recently that World War I was the end of their monarchy.”

She’d also read that his name was Wilhelm II, he ruled from 1888-1918 and he was related to the British monarch Queen Victoria. History was quickly becoming Josie’s greatest love. She hadn’t expected it to be so interesting or full of rich detail. Her step-brothers always complained about history and Minnie had mentioned once that her History of Magic class had been incredibly boring. That was something she couldn’t understand at all.

“I like the straps on yours; I think it really looks like your other bag now!” Josie hummed thoughtfully as she considered hers, “I think I should stay away from anything super complicated. Maybe I’ll add one little flower on the top flap.”

Maybe a daisy. Those were simple. Just a simple five-petal daisy. No colors, not yet, not leaves or stems, just the flower.
“Saccus!”

A little outline of a flower started drawing itself onto her bag. Except, it was white, the lines of the flower were white not like the traditional black outline she was expecting. There were four petals, okay, she could work with that. Maybe another flower would help. Hmmm. Tulips were an easy and simple shape too. She looked at the empty space next to her daisy and imagined a pretty yellow tulip.
“Saccus!”

The flower that drew itself next to her ugly daisy was definitely red, but she couldn’t really say it was a daisy. Her mother had grown a lot of flowers in their old garden and the two of them would sometimes spend days learning about new flowers and their meanings. It fascinated Josie that flowers could have special meanings. She hadn’t gotten to learn everything, but she knew this design on her bag wasn’t a tulip; it was a little yellow oval. Now her bag had a daisy with huge petals and a weird polka dot next to it.

Transfiguration really stumped her. Why didn’t it ever go the way she wanted it to the first time? Maybe she needed to concentrate more. First, she’d try to fix that hideous daisy. She could try giving it a leaf. How hard could one little leaf be?

“ Saccus! ”

Success! A little leaf had formed in between the fat petals of her daisy. Flowers were maybe too difficult a task for her right now, but leaves seemed to be easier.

“Hey Gabe, did you know that flowers have their own meaning? A yellow tulip is for cheerfulness and purple ones are for royalty. It’s so cool that something like a plant could have so many different meanings!”

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Gabriel Wilson

April 21, 2020 3:42 PM

I suppose it does. by Gabriel Wilson

Gabriel nodded. "My mom and I do fun things together too. Like, she was an Aladren too so we do things like go to museums and play wizards chess." He was looking forward to going home for the summer and seeing his mom again. His dad and sister too. Homesickness was not a huge problem for the Aladren, because he really really enjoyed learning things, but that didn't mean he didn't miss his family at all.

"Cool. Did you know the first book was printed in Germany?" This was a very important fact, as Gabriel absolutely adored books, both fictional and not and in a variety of genres. Without books, the first year would...well, he couldn't imagine a world without books beyond it being like, the worst thing ever. Right up there with brain-eating amoebas. Brain-eating amoebas or Naegleria fowleri were like some of the worst creatures ever. An infection rom one was nearly always fatal. Fortunately, that was rare and they didn't really like humans. However, a world without books was like, the ultimate dystopia.

"And that the Germans have one thousand types of sausages?" Sausage was also great, but not as great as books. Nothing was as great as books. "The word sausage derives from the Latin word salsisium which means something that's been salted. And sausages are over five thousand years old. I mean, that's when they were first made, not that an individual sausage is over five thousand years old." That would be rather gross. Plus he doubted one would last that long anyway.

"Thanks." Gabriel nodded. "I swear, they don't expect us do too much, we're all rather new to this. Even those of us who grew up with magic weren't allowed to do it until we went to school." He wondered if they did expect more of him personally, since his mom was a Brockert and Brockerts were all good at Transfiguration. Still, the Brockert family tree was complex and it was hard to imagine that Professor Skies had it down.

He continued. "I know. I have cousins named Lavender and Ivy. Lavender means distrust, so I don't think my aunt and uncle really know flower language. And my uncle should since he works with plants. Ivy means friendship, fidelity and marriage which is...better. She's a Teppenpaw and they're all about friends so that one is somewhat appropriate but Lavender is someone I've always trusted. Their mom's name is Lilac, which is joy of youth. It could be worse though. Tansy means hostile thoughts and is a declaration of war."

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