“Good morning,” Selina greeted the intermediate group. “Today we’ll be taking a practical look at one of the most popular written questions on the CATS papers – that is, we’ll be doing some hands on, practical investigation to help you know what sort of information you need to provide in your answer.” As well as being more accessible to students who were different learner types, and reducing the language load for EAL students, it was just a more fun, practical way to access the information.
“A common CATS type question is this,” she gestured to the board behind her, reading out the question that appeared there. “For his birthday, Demonious receives a toy from his grandmother. It is a top hat, which when turned in a particular way, causes a rabbit plushie to appear inside the hat. The plushie can be made to vanish again by repeating the movements in reverse. State what spells are likely to be acting on the toy, being as specific as possible. “ Underneath this was a helpful animated picture depicted the effect described.
“Firstly, does anyone want to suggest what they think is the answer to this?” It was quite a straightforward question, as compared to some of the longer essay-based questions. She called on anyone who felt brave enough to suggest an answer, until they’d cracked it.
“Today’s lesson will have three parts. You can choose to do them in any order, depending on what you think will be most helpful for you, but you should complete all three of them by the time class is over.
“On this table, we have some worksheets with a page of questions similar to the one on the board. Task one is to complete them, task two is to set two questions of your own using a similar format and test them on your classmates. On the other table, we have some objects similar to the ones mentioned, made by the advanced class during term one. I would like you to examine the objects, and state what spells you think are in action on them. Remember, this is transfiguration, so they all use at least one transfiguration spell. They were allowed to use charms as well if it helped achieve the effects they wanted.” As with all of transfiguration, there really were only four broad categories – changing, switching, vanishing, and conjuring – though the more specific they could get in explaining exactly what type of spell or how it had been used, the better. They would also have to name any charms they thought were present for full credit.
Specialis revelio might have come in handy, but she had checked with Grayson, and, whilst some of the fifth years might have been capable, it was typically only taught in advanced classes. In the interests of giving a level playing field, and not having them firing an unfamiliar charm at the advance class’s hard work from last term, she wasn’t going to suggest it. Their eyes and brains would have to do the work, which was what they’d have available to them in their exams after all.
OOC: Mentions of class levels approved by Gray's author.
As usual, points are awarded based on relevance, length, realism and creativity. You are free to invent objects that may have been created by the advanced class, so long as they are fairly mainstream in nature (i.e. fit the idea that 'anyone could have made that'). If you are stuck for object ideas, feel free to ask other authors what their character would have made but then credit them in the OOC notes. You will get more points for coming up with your own objects.
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I like it! by Theo Spurn with Jezebel Reed-Fischer
I know that spell! by Valentine Duell with Sadie-Lake Chalmers
I kind of feel like this doesn't apply to me? by Philippe Delachene with Alexander Pierce-Beales
Theo tumbled into transifuguration and took a seat. He liked school, and was mostly glad to be back in it. He loved home, but right now it was time for school, so here was where he was supposed to be. He had freshly sewn velvet in the cuffs of his sleeves, which helped him feel good about anything which didn't feel good all by itself.
He listened to Professor Skies, frowning in confusion at the example she put on the board, and raising his hand when it was everyone else's turn to speak.
"Why does he want to make it disappear?" he asked when called on. Professor Skies said something about that not really being the point of the discussion, which he thought was rude but noted down as a good response for when people asked him questions he didn't like or pulled the conversation away from what he was talking about. He had raised his hand and waited his turn, which were the rules he was meant to follow.
Anyway, people were moving now. There was a table with papers and a table with things. He went to the thing table because that was far more interesting. He touched all the things, turning them over and having a good look, until he got to one that held his attention for longer. It had a little figure standing in painted scenery. A small fake sun hung in the air above them. When Theo turned a handle on the side, the sun moved through the sky and the scene gradually darkened. At a certain point, the sun changed into a moon, and at that point, the figure beneath shifted to become a wolf. It looked good and friendly, like it had taken its potion. Theo turned the handle a few more times, watching the transformation.
"I like this one," he stated confidently to his neighbour, continuing to wind.
Valentine sat in class early as usual. Unfortunately for her, this was transfigurations. As such, instead of having her gaming notebook open, and plotting out terrible things to do to her bestest friends, she was staring at her transfiguration notes and book. This class was hard, and despite everything that Professor Skies, Bonabelle, Alexander, and everyone else was doing to help her (for which she was eternally grateful)... she was barely scraping by. She was determined not to let all of those people down by not doing everything she could do to pass. She still found this studying thing worked better when she could study with someone though.
When Professor Skies started class, Val looked up at her a bit bleary eyed from staring at the book. She shook it off to pay attention and take good notes. There was a crushing feeling somewhere in her soul when Professor Skies said the word 'practical'. That usually meant it was not going to be a good class for her. As the professor went on though, she thought it might not be to bad... maybe? Not daring to venture any answers to the Professor's question, she did note down the question and the answers the other students were giving as well as the professor's comments about those answers. Hopefully they would shed some light on how this worked.
Of the three options set before her, Valentine was torn. She really wanted to make up questions so she could interact with someone else. But, before doing that she thought she should do the worksheet to get a better idea on what a wider variety of these questions could look like. But... she wasn't sure she could stand to do more paperwork by herself anymore. The object would give her some ideas and let her look at something that wasn't paper for a bit. But... if she picked up the worksheet, her and her partner could discuss the types of questions while they formulated their own to ask each other... she did like that idea.
Going to the front of the room, Val acquired the worksheet and glanced at the table of objects while she was in the neighborhood. They certainly looked interesting. Well, she would have to get to them eventually. First things first, get worksheet, check. Next, find someone to partner with, easy. With a smooth, gliding motion she moved up to one of her classmates. "Hi! Do you want to work on making up some questions?" She asked cheerily while holding up the worksheet, "I've got lots of examples we can work from."
Sadie took a seat in Transfiguration. It seemed that CATS were going to be the subject of the day, as they so often were right now, and she shot Dathan a sympathetic look. Her only thoughts on the puzzle that Professor Skies presented were that wizard names were often seriously hecking weird, in a whole other way than the particular brand of awful her own mother had gone with. Still, luckily for Demonious, he was presumably entirely fictional, whereas she had to live with her mother’s choices.
The class sounded kind of hard, and like one of those where she felt like her background would count against her. She was getting more and more used to thinking like a witch (like when she was at home and she had to actually move her whole entire body to put something back in its place instead of just flicking her wand, or had to wait for flowers to dry by hanging them up or pressing them in heavy books – she missed magic at those times). But that was with spells that she already knew. She still didn’t think she could look at the magical world and see what was happening rather than just seeing magic as a whole, unexplainable, sometimes wondrous, sometimes baffling thing. Unfortunately, that appeared to be the task for the day.
She might have gravitated towards the toys first – seeing a thing was usually clearer than reading an explanation of a thing, at least for her, and anyway, they hadn’t been promised any explanations, only further questions. However, Theo was at the toys, and Valentine was heading to the papers. She didn’t know either of them well, but in the case of Theo, that had been a conscious choice on her part. He was weird, loud, and constantly attracted awkward attention, none of which were high on her list of things to get involved with. Valentine had been nice to her previously, and even though she often attracted a lot of attention too, most of it seemed positive. Things worked out well, when Valentine seemed to have the same idea, and slid over to where Sadie was hovering. She wasn’t sure whether Valentine had noticed and understood her hovering with intent, or whether it was just a happy coincidence.
“Sure,” she agreed, settling into the seat next to her. Immediately jumping into posing each other theory questions wasn’t exactly top of her wish list, but obviously it was bound to come up because that was what they were here for. And she was the older student. Eep. Hopefully Valentine wasn’t going to expect her to know how to guide them, was she? Sadie was pretty sure the other girl knew that she knew more about magic than Sadie did. “Did you have any ideas?” she asked.
It should be a cantrip, but sometimes it isn't.
by Valentine Duell
This was one of the best things about being in the intermediate classes, she got to work with her old friends again from her first year at the school! Another was the fact that she could take her aunt's class finally. Also they were learning bigger and more fun magic. Intermediates also... okay, there were a bunch of things that were the best about being in the intermediate class. It should also be noted that Valentine considered everyone her friend, unless they specifically stated otherwise. Even in that one case, they still technically wanted to be 'friends'. She hadn't done so well on that front though, and despite all of the nice, sensible, rational, logical things that Bonabelle had said... she really felt like she should try to be 'friends' again at least.
But now she got to work with Sadie again! Valentine's ever-present smile increased a notch or two as the older girl agreed to work with her. This was going to be great! She splayed out the papers on the table in front of them and bobbled her head in a non-committal way to Sadie's question. "Maybe," she responded cheerfully. "I'm terrible at the practical parts of this class, I just can't see the things in my head that we are supposed to be doing." She grinned and winked at her partner, "However, to help make up for that Professor Skies, Bonabelle, and some others have been helping to pound as much theory into my head as possible. Some of it even sticks!" Val giggled.
Pulling one of the worksheets in front of her Val glanced over it, "I'm hoping that should help makes some sense of this." She paused for a moment the jabbed her finger at one of the questions. "Like this for instance, 'Sihnion is a clumsy witch and has made a pot that changes into a mouse when she spills something solid and a tiny elephant when she spills a liquid. The creature finds the spill, ingests it and returns to pot form. At which point she can examine the spilled material to see if it is yet salvageable.'"
"We were doing the mouse transformation earlier, remember?" That has to be one of the spells that..." Val paused and looked back at the sheet, "Sihnion had used, right?" She passed the sheet over to Sadie, "Do you know anything about a tiny elephant?"
2Valentine DuellIt should be a cantrip, but sometimes it isn't.149005
Philippe was a third year. He had ages to go yet before he needed to worry about CATS. He thought it was kind of silly that he already needed to be doing practice questions for the test. Obviously it was important for Anya and Freddie, who would be taking it soon, but he was barely half a year into Intermediates. He knew that vanishing charms existed, but his Transfigurations skills included Inanimate to Inanimate (simple to complex was still kind of hard but he was getting it most of the time now) and he was newly able to cast some Animate to Inanimate transfigurations, but figuring out what spells from all the spells being taught to CATS level students from a description of what a toy did? Philippe did not envy Anya and Freddie and he wondered if he'd be that much smarter in two years or if his sister and boyfriend were looking at this question with the same level of Oh-Merlin-Where-Do-I-Even-Start? that Philippe was.
Of the three parts of today's tasks, the second sounded like the easiest, so he figured he'd start there. He read a bunch of the other questions, and wrote two more on a fresh sheet.
PD1) For Easter, Daniel gave his favorite nephew a new toy. This toy is a shaped like a rabbit. Daniel tells his favorite nephew that he needs to close his eyes and count to ten. When his nephew does this, and then opens them again, the toy is nowhere to be seen. Daniel tells him to find the toy. It has left a sparkly trail behind that abruptly stops. When Daniel's favorite nephew pokes the spot where the trail ends, the toy reappears and plays music! What spells are acting on this toy? Be as specific as possible.
He wasn't actually sure what spells this toy used, but it was an actual toy his uncle Daniel had given him when he was pretty small, so they had to be real spells.
PD2) Jasmine Aladdin is a recent graduate who wants to impress her his new boyfriend.
Philippe belatedly decided to change the name on his question to protect the guilty, as some people here might actually know his sister. The protection was blatantly flimsy and easy to see through, but you'd need to know Disney to understand it, and already suspect it was Jasmine he was writing about. He debated using the erasing charm on the last word and replacing it with its opposite gender as well, but decided to leave it as it was. Representation, go!
Aladdin makes his boyfriend a handkerchief that is decorated with valiant steeds that charge across the fabric and when it is folded just so, it cleans itself. What spells are likely to be acting on this handkerchief? Be as specific as possible.
Philippe doubted there was actually any transfiguration going on in the item, because Jasmine made it, and Jasmine was far better at charms, but maybe there were transfiguration spells with similar effects.
He showed his paper to his neighbor and asked, "How do you think these are? I don't know the answers but I can ask questions."
1Philippe DelacheneI kind of feel like this doesn't apply to me?148905
This whole world was still mostly upside down and backwards to Alexander Pierce-Beales, but it was a world that had finally accepted Alexander Pierce-Beales. At least, a classmate-turned-sister and a foster-mother-turned-adoptive-mother and a foster-sister's-mother-turned-adoptive-mother had accepted him and even in his own head, Alexander Pierce-Beales couldn't help reveling over his new name by thinking it of himself over and over and over again. He'd written to Nathaniel immediately to share the good news (although it very awkwardly negated the initials on the box the older boy had given him, and he'd also written in part just to be sure that Nathaniel wouldn't be upset that he'd given up on trying to make any good of his old name and instead taken to forming something good with a new name) and now he just wanted to share it with himself. He and Mab were on the roster beside each other now (assuming it was in order by last name), and they were officially siblings on all the documentation that meant anything. It was a new life.
This world also involved some straight up craziness, like tests named after animals and intensive test preparation years in advance. Still, if Alexander had learned anything at Sonora, it was to go with it because not going with it usually just made everything harder. So he went with it, getting a piece of paper when Professor Skies suggested it and glancing over the list of questions before setting his mind to which task he'd complete. The question-answering seemed like it would be the most useful since that's what he'd be doing on the actual test, and it seemed more up his alley since he could draw it out, take his time, and maybe find someone to discuss it with, but it may be helpful to start thinking about his own questions as an exercise in thinking them through before he began. Maybe. He wasn't entirely sure; there was a reason he wasn't an Aladren after all and he didn't find any of this sort of decision-making enjoyable. The only thing he was sure about was that he wasn't going to start with the practical part of things.
Lucky for him, the student next to him - a fellow Teppenpaw a year below - spoke up and already seemed to have made up his mind to do the second activity first. Alexander breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, agreeing to the boy's unasked question of whether they could work together.
"Hang on," he said, "I had some ideas but hadn't written them down yet." It was mostly true since the ideas were only half formed, but he didn't want to make an exchange empty-handed so he figured it was best to at least try. Transfiguration was one of his better subjects but he thought everything that immediately came to mind was a bit obvious and his hesitation showed in the way his quill lingered over the paper for a moment before he began. Still, he was an artist, so a moment's thought before setting ink to the page wasn't unreasonable in his mind. Finally, he managed the following:
Miles has outgrown his costume and asks Aunt Mae to make the changes. When he gets the costume back, the spider design on the front is now able to move around the outfit freely and even make small comments to Miles when he wears it. What spells are at work here?
Clark has been misplacing his glasses, coat, and briefcase in the phonebooths he frequents after work. He decides to modify his bag so that he can store his items within it and store those items in the phonebooth. Has he transfigured the bag, the belongings, or the phonebooths? What spells might he have used on whichever you think it is?
Mostly just curious whether those things were even possible, Alexander passed his work to his classmate with a grimace. "I'm not even sure if I'm on the right track," he admitted before looking at the work that he'd been handed as well. "Yours make way more sense. I feel like I should know the answers off the top of my head but... working backwards like this is hard for me. What do you think?" he added, glancing back at his own sheet and feeling even more self-conscious than he had done a moment before.
22Alexander Pierce-BealesI thought that once, too.147505
Jezebel had always been a meticulous notetaker, a well-prepared student, and a fast learner but if she wasn't anxious about the upcoming tests she'd have to take, then she wasn't anything at all. Martin had been kind and very helpful when she'd needed to study and he'd taken the tests already which helped, but it wasn't quite enough to make Jezebel feel really truly ready and she was still mostly a ball of panicked energy these days. Classes like this, which were blatantly designed to prepare them for the tests, helped and hampered all at once.
Figuring that she could do a lot of the on-paper preparation in her own time if necessary, Jezebel decided to start with the hands-on part of today's activity. She examined one or two of the items they were meant to be working with before needing to count her breathes to make herself calm down and, when she had finally managed that, she had come to a puzzle type box that reminded her of wooden children's toys. It was the sort where one door was always open and if you pushed a button or knob, another would open. Except in this case, instead of just doors opening and buttons moving, the colors on the box also changed and flowers bloomed out of the newly opened doorways before curling back inside when a new door was opened. Reopening the same door twice revealed the same flower, which Jezebel thought was probably an important clue in figuring out what spells had been used on the box.
She was admiring the work, both for its surprisingly relaxing beauty and for the actual spellwork that must have gone into it (something she hated to admire but couldn't quite help herself doing), when the student next to her spoke up. She wasn't well acquainted with Theo Spurn but it was basically impossible not to know who he was. In this case, he seemed to be simmering instead of boiling and Jezebel hoped he stayed that way because he seemed fun and stuff but she definitely didn't have the mental capacity to bring him back down if he got too excited about stuff. She looked at the item he was manipulating in response to his commentary on it and nodded.
"That's really beautiful," she agreed, bending over a bit to peer more closely at the wolf. It creeped her out a lot that werewolves and vampires and stuff were real because she was pretty sure that magic was from fairytales and magical creatures were from horror movies and combining them into the real world was super not cool with her. Still, Theo seemed to enjoy it so she wasn't about to freak out about anything. Keep the boy calm. That was her goal. "And really complicated," she added, not sure how the thing darkened like that. The figurine transforming made more sense in a transfiguration class, but how the heck did the rest work? She doubted it was as simple and mechanical as a crank turn the way a non-magical version would have been. "Do you want to work together?" she asked a bit tightly.
22Jezebel Reed-FischerIs this how they found me? I don't know if I like it. 145405
As Quincy got older and classes got harder, he had to appreciate the change in direction to more theory-based study of magic. Still lots of practical learning of course, but he could appreciate that as well. Still, his favorite was learning the theory and the why behind magic. Professor Skies rarely disappointed in that regard, although Professor Wright had to be the winner, both for his name and for the fact that he leaned so heavily into magic theory in class. It made all the wand waiving stuff a little more interesting to learn. It was all stuff Quincy wanted to be able to do, of course, but learning it was much less interesting than looking in a microscope or something most of the time. Today wasn't a theory lesson, which naturally disappointed him, but he was still intrigued because it was basically about puzzles.
If he knew anyone who liked puzzles, it was his roommate, and he looked around automatically for Bertie when it was time to get started. Truth be told, the biggest puzzle to him was why everyone wasn't as excited about that kind of thing as the two of them were. Not only was today a puzzle solving day, but also it was a chance to start getting ready for the first of two huge tests they'd be taking in the coming years. Getting started on that now, with years of prep time ahead of him, was a boon to Quincy.
Leaving the practical stuff to later - it was usually best to understand the theory before diving in in his opinion - Quincy gathered a blank piece of paper beside the paper with the example questions on it. That was arguably the most interesting part and he was eager to get to try these puzzles out on a classmate before coming up with his own and seeing how it went. He didn't want to make up his own until he knew who he was working with though, since people like Bertie could definitely handle a bigger curveball than others of his classmates, so he figured he'd start by finding a partner first. He was looking around when someone approached.
Now that it was the second half of Sapphire's fifth year, she was increasingly aware about CATS coming up. A fact that was possibly more terrifying than anything else she found terrifying that didn't involve Topaz directly, such as some of the stuff they had to deal with during the Challenges. The Crotalus was completely anxious that she was going to fail her exams miserably.
What if she flunked out of school? That would shame her entire family, not just herself! What if it not only made people not want to marry her but not want to marry her remaining siblings? Or at least not marry Jasper or Amethyst, since there were legitimate reasons for men not to marry Topaz that had nothing to do with Sapphire's ability to perform well on a test.
Or what if her parents decided to either lock her up in the attic or shove her into an institution under an assumed name and wash their hands of her? That was assuming Topaz didn't kill her outright. Which was a very real possibility. Although she supposed it would be one even if she got perfect scores. After all, in that exceedingly unlikely situation, the Aladren might resent Sapphire doing as well as she had. Topaz did not like the implication that anyone was as good or better than her.
Of course, that was obviously an outcome that the fifth year wasn't worried about. Also, being killed outright by her older sister was something that had always been a thing she was worried about, for a lot longer than anyone in her immediate family had been thinking about CATS.
In theory, Transfiguration was her best class. Sapphire was really really good at the practical part, but the thing that made it only best class in theory was, well, theory . She downright loathed theory. The Crotalus knew that she was not going to understand it, especially if Professor Skies began talking about science. The minute that word came up, she completely blanked out.
However, regardless of her aversion to theory, Sapphire would have to continue this class after CATS. She wouldn't bomb them because the practical part would bring her score up. Same really with Charms, but in the case of Transfiguration, she had to keep taking it, because she was a Brockert.
And she'd probably have to keep taking Charms despite all the dreadful theory that Professor Wright brought into it, because she had trouble remembering all the steps in Potions and she hated DADA because of the more athletic and/or scary lessons despite the obvious fact that Sapphire probably needed the subject because Topaz was her sister.
That left Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. She was sort of okay with those, and she was considering the latter because she wasn't too terrible with animals. Of course, Advanced classes would probably deal with scary dangerous things that wanted to eat her. And she already had one scary dangerous thing in her life which was one more than she wanted. However, it seemed like Sadie was likely to take it, so there was that, the younger Crotalus being the only person not related to her that realized Sapphire existed.
And maybe Herbology wouldn't be so bad, since Professor Xavier was so nice though the subject itself wasn't her favorite.
Another problem was that, even though she was on medication that controlled her seizures fairly well most of the time, stress often brought them on more often. She was pretty sure that she'd been having them again.
Of course, Professor Skies was talking about the dreaded CATS again, Sapphire was beginning to develop a serious aversion to that word as well. To the point that she might very well start tensing up when people talked about cats, the animal, rather than CATS, the test. It made her feel a bit queasy. She probably could have gotten the actual question asked if she thought about it but every thing seemed like white noise right now.
Now they were being released and Sapphire knew she didn't want to come up with test questions. Maybe later she could work on that with Esme or Jasper or have Allegra help her. She headed over to the table filled with items and picked something up. Sapphire looked it over quickly and then turned to the person next to her. "So what do you think of this one?" She askd, in part so the other person would help her figure it out.
Ellie was not freaking out. She just wasn’t. She was an Aladren, and had always gotten good grades, both in non-magical school and even since having to suddenly switch to a whole new world where the basic rules that she’d learnt governed the universe just didn’t exist. For a while, the theory had made her brain protest, but she’d never had trouble understanding what was being said and how to make the connections involved, or repeat back even if – whilst she understood it – it had, for a time, made no sense whatsoever. So, she was fine. She would do fine on her exams, and there was no reason to think otherwise, and she was fine.
It was weird how much she missed her family right now. She had thought she was largely over the homesickness, but at times like this it really hit. Her parents would have helped her plan her studies, would have told her to take a break when she needed it. When it came with parental approval, a break didn’t make her feel guilty. Now she had to manage those things for herself. Well, that wasn’t totally true. Of course her teachers and Mr. Row would help, but it wasn’t the same. They weren’t going to bring her Oeros and apple juice when they knew she’d been getting buried in her books. They weren’t going to turn her flashcards into a game and play it with her. She was one student out of many, all of whom needed their help – some of them probably much more than she did.
She took a seat in transfiguration, and it didn’t take long for the subject of CATS to come up, making her stomach squirm. The task for the day was one she was relatively confident of. She’d been looking at CATS guides, and the fact that this type of question came up had been mentioned. It had come with a self-study activity which gave a list of factors and a column to write in all the charms and transfigurations that could be causing those effects.
She glanced around for a partner, and spotted Quincy making his way to one of the theory stations. It was the self-composition one, which wasn’t her preferred start point, as she just wanted to obsessively go over past test questions, but they did have to do all the tasks, and this did at least seem like it would go well with her list – they could use it as a basis for questions, and that would probably help her memorise it. Plus Quincy was an Aladren, but not himself sitting CATS this year, which probably meant he would be willing to explore the theory in detail and make their tasks suitably challenging but would not yet be panicking or need his own study needs accommodating as much. Not that she was panicking. She was fine.
“Hi!” she said, with a little too much intensity. “Can we pair up? I have a really useful list from some CATS revision that I was doing where there was a list of effects and I had to come up with possible spells.” She pulled out the list. Down one side were words like ‘Disappearing’ ‘Appearing’ ‘Change of appearance.’ Three columns followed, labelled ‘transfigurations’ ‘charms’ and ‘notes.’ The line next to disappearing was filled in with ‘vanishment’ for transfiguration and ‘cloaking/invisibility’ for charms. In ‘notes’ it was stated that the object would still be physically present if cloaked, and so to look for clues in the questions such as bumps, bulges or tangibility. “It could be a good basis for coming up with some questions,” she stated, offering the list to him.
OOC: It is only Ellie's assumption that Mr. Row wouldn't bring her Oeros and apple juice or make her flashcards into games. I do not wish to cast aspersions on the lengths he is willing to go to.
13Ellie AlpertonNot the Aladren you were expecting145605
I don't hate this turn of events though.
by Quincy Wright
Quincy jumped a little when an older Aladren approached and was just super excited to work with him. He knew Ellie from being in the same House but he also knew her because he'd met her little brother the previous year. Seth had been pretty cool but Quincy wasn't about to assume that meant it ran in the family; his own sister was way less cool than he was. Still, he nodded to agree to work together and then nodded more enthusiastically when she went on.
"This is amazing," he said, genuinely awestruck as he took the paper she offered him and let his eyes ravage it for information. "Can I copy this sometime?" he asked, only barely realizing this wasn't the time or place to start taking notes on her notes. He'd have to get someone to help him if he wanted to use a copying charm on it but it was better to do it by hand for sake of learning the material anyway. Reluctantly, he passed the paper back to her.
"How do you want to begin?" he asked, still trying not to push his ideas of how he would've done things with Bertie too hard on this girl. Being an Aladren was points in her favor, as was being Seth's sister, but it wasn't the end all be all for being a cool person. Besides, he had blank paper and the prep questions ready if she really wanted to start with what they already had. He supposed she had more to gain from that sort of thing than he did right now since she was studying more actively for CATS.
22Quincy WrightI don't hate this turn of events though. 149505
She seemed to have surprised him, but the paper of well laid out knowledge worked easily to smooth over the situation, and she smiled at his enthusiasm.
“Sure,” she nodded, always glad to help out someone interested in learning (especially if they were in a different year group and therefore not in direct competition for grades). “I got the exercise from a book called ‘Domesticating the CATS.’ It’s got a lot of really good study exercises.” She hoped that that didn’t sound too much like she needed help, but she was pretty sure that everyone revised for major exams, and having a well-rounded plan of attack made you look more academic rather than less. People crammed like heck for the SATS, and this was only one letter out, after all…
“Well, if you want to use that as a basis to make up some questions, you’re more than welcome,” she nodded at the paper. That would definitely help her get the list into her head, as would making up her own. It was a little odd, trying to work it backwards, and trying to come up with a question to go with an answer. But hey, what were all those afternoons watching ‘Jeopardy!’ for if not this? She felt a little stuck trying to invent questions because she had limited knowledge of the magical world. It was one thing to analyse something that already existed, another to invent those things yourself. She tried to think of her own toys – Barbies which could grow their hair, baby bottles where the milk seemed to really disappear when you tilted it. Presumably, hers had all been achieved with cleverly hidden pieces, unless magical people were sneaking into the non-magical world for some very mundane purposes (or to foster a belief in tiny little bits of magic in people like her, so that this came as less of a shock? But probably it was just hidden compartments and the like…). Still, maybe imagining the magical equivalents of her own toys would help her get on the right track.
“Did you grow up with stuff like this?” she gestured to the table behind her. “I didn’t,” she clarified, in case Quincy worried about why she was asking.
Mounted on a small wooden frame? Probably not?
by Theo Spurn
Theo didn’t look up when a voice next to him spoke, saying that the toy was beautiful. He smiled though, because she was right. It was really lovely.
“Not really,” he corrected her when she said it was complicated. Some people were just wolves sometimes too. It was just a fact. It only got complicated when other people made it like that. He paused, leaving it in is wolf state, reaching out a finger to affectionately boop its snoot. He just about remembered not to turn and boop the person next to him too because not everyone liked being booped when they didn’t know you well, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see it was Jezebel, and he suspected that she fell into that category because even though he knew several facts about her that apparently wasn’t the same thing. People thought you needed to actually talk and stuff, and he wasn’t sure they’d ever done that. He booped himself instead because it felt nice.
“Okay,” he agreed when she asked if he wanted to work together. That was the polite response. He wasn’t really sure what they were doing but that didn’t stop him agreeing. “Your turn?” he guessed, pushing the toy towards her.
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Sadie smiled as Val… was Val. She once again demonstrated her complete ease with just about everything in life, even laughing off the fact that classes were difficult like it was no big deal. For Val, it probably wasn’t. Sadie both could and couldn’t understand it. On the one hand, she was absolutely not going to laugh at or think less of someone for being bad at a class, except maybe if it was their own fault because they were messing around or something. However, a large part of that was because she was in no position to judge. Those who were… well, they might judge. That was sort of the problem with them being in a position to. Whilst Val might be able to laugh it off without a care, Sadie absolutely couldn’t. Speaking of examples of being able to understand the theory but not complete the practical – she just couldn’t adopt Val’s easy air about the possibility of looking like an idiot.
She tried to listen carefully as Val read the question, but it was challenging when it was so utterly ridiculous. She would have been convinced she was hearing things, if it wasn’t for the magical world so frequently throwing such bizarre things at her. She nodded vaguely as Val mentioned the mouse spell. That was familiar. But a tiny elephant? And the way Val asked, she couldn’t help it, she let out a tiny giggle.
“Innocent of all such knowledge,” she promised. “Are you sure you haven’t started the exercise about making them up? Does it really say that?” she asked.
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Jezebel flushed a bit, feeling the sort of anger that actually came from jealousy and embarrassment crop up in her throat when Theo said it wasn't complicated. He was a year younger than her, which didn't at all mean she was smarter but it should mean she should be able to tell when something was complicated or not. Was this just another example of how far behind she was by virtue of having non-magical parents? She glanced toward her cousin, wondering if he was having the same problems adjusting still, but looked back at her classmate when he poked his own nose. That was . . . weird. She wondered what was in his head but wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Theo pushed the item towards her when he agreed to work together and she nodded. "Alright," she said slowly, "so how's it done then if it's not so complicated?" she asked, doing her best not to sound bitter about it. She wasn't trying to issue a challenge but also a little bit maybe she was. However embarrassed she was for needing help on this so fast, she knew she would need the answer eventually. He had said it was her turn though so she looked over the figure of the werewolf and the moon. It was interesting to her that it was based on a crank . . . she supposed it wouldn't be a very good toy if it just did it all on its own. She listed off a few ideas just to make sure she was also contributing something to this conversation. "Is this the sort of thing wizard kids play with? If they know they're magic before they come to school I mean?"
OOC: I'm trying to be vague about what Jezebel thinks the spells could be because I don't know the answer and can't begin to figure it out but Jezebel would have some reasonable guesses. Feel free to assume specifics if you feel like it or be vague as well.
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“You just sort of get on with it. The person’s just a normal dad the rest of the time,” Theo shrugged when Jezebel asked him to explain how it wasn’t complicated. His face was in a bit of a frown because he was fairly sure that having to explain to people was annoying, and they ought to just know and not be rude by now. Not about his family personally, but just about the fact that werewolves were people. It had always been easy to know that, because it had always been that way for him, so how was he supposed to know what anything else was like? It didn’t feel complicated. It just felt like his life. He liked his life. He liked his dad. “And the moon,” he added, in case Jezebel had literally been asking how it happened, although she should have known that by now. “Biting” he added, because that came before all the rest of the steps.
She seemed to be staring at the toy, and not interested in playing. Theo’s train of thought almost looped back round to her question, and he almost provided another answer for it, but at the last minute it diverged to the station of ‘if she’s not going to then I may as well’ and he reached out winding the handle.
“I play with my cousins, mostly,” he answered her question. “We like the floor is lava, but that’s not real, and I enjoy building dens. How about you?”
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Valentine liked it when Sadie smiled. Alright, she liked it when people in general smiled. Smiling was usually better that most other expressions. There were exceptions of course, there always were to every rule, but she thought smiling in general was a good thing. At least genuine smiles, fake smiles or mean ones were really terrible. Val wasn't sure that Sadie got enough smiles and was really happy to be able to give her one.
Then Val even got a giggle!! This was one of the best classes ever! Valentine giggled as well as she passed Sadie the question sheet. "Take a look yourself." She thought out loud then, "Can you transfigure something say the size of a pot, into something the size of oh say an elephant directly? Most of the transfiguration things I've seen so far have been between similarly sized things. If you did have a spell that would turn a pot into an elephant, would you need a separate spell to make it tiny, or would it be pot-sized by default? Would you need an enlarging spell to make a pot into a normal-sized elephant?"
Valentine flipped through the pages of her book to see if the answer was in there somewhere. "I guess if we don't know, we'll just have to find out." She replied simply to Sadie's claiming to not know about elephant transformation spells. "I guess we'll just need to do some research." Research was not her most favorite thing in the world, but sometimes it just had to be done. "Oh, we could have some fun, make a game out of it." She flashed Sadie a friendly, challenging smile. "I'll start at the front of the book and you start at the back. We'll see who can find something about elephants first!"
"Thanks," Quincy said with a smile, glad that he was working with someone nice and smart. He knew there were some people who thought you couldn't be nice and smart both but he thought that it was smart to be nice and nice to be smart, so that was for the best.
He was reviewing the page when Ellie asked about his past and Quincy looked a bit sideways at her. "I met your brother last year and he was telling me about his school and coding and stuff," he said. It didn't feel right for her to be outing herself as coming from a muggle family without him admitting that he already knew that. "I want to code too," he added. "And I wanted to stay at muggle school. But yeah, I grew up with stuff like this," he said, gesturing to the same things Ellie had. "I saw a microscope that adjusted to your eyes and to whatever specimen you were looking at when you looked through it but we couldn't afford it. My sister has a doll that changes her clothes and stuff automatically depending on where you say she's going. Like if she says 'Let's go to the mall,' then it has a purse and stuff or something. I don't know. Whatever girls wear to the mall." He shrugged, then looked at Ellie with more enthusiasm as a new thought struck him. "Hey, what kinds of spells do you think those are?"
Jezebel blinked and stared at Theo with her mouth part way open, although she wasn't sure whether it had popped in order to interrupt her classmate or to ask a followup question. Instead of doing either, she just pointed at the toy and blinked several more times when he stopped talking. "I meant how does the magic of the toy happen," she said in a hollow voice. "Not . . . I know how werewolves work. Your dad is a werewolf?" She was pretty sure she'd heard him use the word 'dad' in his explanation and Theo was a weird guy but he didn't seem weird enough to just call random people and beings 'dad' without reason. Truth be told, if Theo's dad was a werewolf, he seemed to have more good feelings about him than Jezebel did her own parents most of the time.
He cranked the toy when the topic turned to wizard playtime and Jezebel watched the movement again as Theo explained what he liked to do as a kid. She wondered if he understand from her question that she was not someone who'd grown up with magic, although his answer didn't necessarily suggest he had either. Of course, if his dad was a werewolf . . .
"We played the floor is lava too," she said. "My siblings and me, and my cousin when he was around but that wasn't much of the time," she said. It was hard to tell if Theo was disinterested or disconnected, but it wasn't all bad. Sometimes it was nice to have a reason to be a little more straightforward than usual. He seemed like the kind of person you could say anything to and it would be okay; it was a different kind of feeling than people like Martin, with whom you couldn't say almost anything in case it was read badly. Very different roles in society, she thought. "We didn't have any toys anything like this. What kind of dens do you like building?" she asked, not sure what that was all about. Only beavers came to mind. Or werewolves?
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Sounds all stiff and scratchy. Bleugh.
by Theo Spurn
I know how werewolves work – your dad is a werewolf.
It was not exactly what Jezebel had said, her intonation and therefore implied punctuation had varied quite significantly. But it was what Theo heard.
“You don’t know my dad.” He frowned, confused as to why she was deriving her knowledge of how werewolves worked from his dad not a book. “You should be nice about this.” If she’d got her knowledge of werewolves from his dad, she would already know this. However, seeing as he couldn’t be quite sure how she’d done that, it seemed important to point out the obvious things to her, just in case.
“Oh yay!” he smiled, looking up when she talked about playing the floor is lava. “You should join us sometime. We make MARS like Aunt Sophie’s living room sometimes, but having a friend over would definitely be something she approved of, so you’d be very welcome and also it’s not real but it’s like it is so it matters a bit.” He’d had a couple of toys like this, but much like her question of how it worked, it slipped to the back of his mind because it was much less interesting than the other points she was bringing up. “Soft ones,” he answered, with a very big smile when she asked about his dens. “I have lots of big drapey bits of fabric and things that I can use to make them. What’s your favourite texture?”
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Quincy seemed… awkward? Shifty? He looked like he was admitting some super secret insider knowledge as he talked about meeting Seth. Ellie couldn’t imagine anything Seth could have told him that was regarded as- well. Okay, she could think of one thing that might make other people feel awkward, for want of a better word, even though it shouldn’t, and wasn’t something she regarded as a secret. School and coding and ‘stuff?’
“Sounds like you had a good chat,” she smiled, modelled being Not At All Awkward in case he needed a cue to what was the right reaction right now.
He then gave her both some insight into a magical childhood and a riddle to solve, which in her eyes meant this was shaping up to be a pretty good conversation.
“Ooh, I would have loved that. I had a doll whose hair could grow back after you chopped it off, but it wasn’t magical, there was just like… a roll of extra hair stuffed inside the doll.” Weirdly, hers had never run out though… “There may well be the possibility of extended its lifespan with magic though…” she added, with the face of someone who was having something dawn on them. “As for your sister’s doll… I guess some form of conjuration. It would have to be pre-set to respond to words that aren’t spell words, so I’m guessing a conjuration field contained within a password activation charm?” The charm wasn’t only used for passwords, as demonstrated by Quincy’s example, but as it was the most common use for such voice activation, the name had become commonplace. “Or I suppose it could be a switching spell, if the doll always had something else on to start with. Did your sister ever try to ‘trick’ the spells, like do things to test their limits and what would and wouldn’t work?”
Jezebel resisted the urge to huff at Theo, who was reminding her more and more solidly of Marcus the more he spoke. It wasn't that Marcus was as dense as Theo apparently was, but they both had an air of superiority about them that Jezebel didn't appreciate. Or at least they only worsened Jezebel's own air of inferiority perhaps . . .
"You're right, I don't," she agreed. "I don't think I wasn't nice," she added, not quite confident enough to properly defend herself but not wanting to leave it undressed either. "I don't care who or what your dad is. If he's nice, that's all that matters and he sounds nice." It was the kind of thing she wished more people thought of her and her muggle parents if she was honest.
To then be invited to play with Theo and his friends was surprising and her instinct was to reject the idea as babyish but . . . well, she didn't exactly have an excess of friends, and playing was something she missed desperately from being at home with her younger siblings. Augustine was hardly up for playing with her as they ran in different circles and had different interests, but he was also her only connection to home now too. It was a challenge all the way around. She appreciated the idea that Theo considered having her over to be having a 'friend' over, even though she wasn't sure she would have used the same term to describe him, and that he thought his aunt would approve of her, but the latter did remind her that that probably wasn't true for lots of reasons. Still, she didn't actually know 'Aunt Sophie,' so perhaps she shouldn't jump to that conclusion.
Realizing that Theo probably meant the things she'd call 'forts' and wondering whether that was a wizard thing or a Theo thing, Jezebel gave in to a smile then. She was feeling warmer towards Theo the longer the conversation went on, although she was a bit anxious that they'd apparently mostly given up on the actual task they were meant to be doing. That was especially nervewracking considering how soon Jezebel needed to know this material.
"Soft dens sound nice," she agreed. "My sister and I used to make something like that so we could sit inside and read. Well, I'd read, she'd play with her dolls." She considered for a moment, thinking through a mental catalogue of textures before answering. It didn't cross her mind to think this was an odd question now just because that's where the conversation had gone and having a favorite texture seemed like a nice thing. It was the sort of thing that everyone probably had, even if no one talked about it. "I like soft cotton, like the fluffy stuff in pillows, or cotton candy," she decided. "What's yours?"
"Sure," Sadie agreed to the competition with a smile. Though as she opened the book, she was faced with an immediate problem - the index pages. That seemed like an unfair advantage. Of course, they also needed to get this done... Would Valentine be more annoyed by her cheating at the proposed game and cutting it short, or by making this task last longer than necessary? That was the trouble with... basically everything in life. It was so easy to be wrong, and then annoy people. She supposed she could look up elephants, and check whether Val would get the result in a few pages, or whether this was going to take forever, especially if she didn't pull her weight. But then she would have still looked up the answer...
The disadvantage to finishing fast was that they would then have to move onto another question, which was just as likely to be baffling and overwhelming. At least Val had known half the answer to this one. She wished there was an option that didn't make her look stupid, but of course that was very unlikely with transfiguration theory.
She sat with the index page open, glancing across to Val to try to see if she looked excited or like she was dying of boredom.
Oh good, I was afraid I was making a fool of myself.
by Quincy Wright
Quincy relaxed some and gave Ellie a small smile, glad that it didn't seem like she hated her brother or anything. "It was nice," he agreed of the chat they'd had. A much fuller happy expression came out when she talked about the doll with the roll of hair shoved in its head. That was the kind of thing he loved! Muggles did amazing stuff and wizards got all pompous thinking they were the only ones who could make magic happen but really, magic was all over. Sure, it wasn't technically magic, but muggles had the word 'magic' and used it to mean something that Quincy absolutely thought should count. Science was his favorite branch of magic, whatever wizards thought of it. Plus, Ellie was basically pointing out the ways in which wizards could totally influence muggle stuff without being weird about it and that could go a long way in improving the lives of muggles. People (Quincy's family) said that he shouldn't try to live among muggles but if he liked science and wanted to do small things like that, it didn't seem like a bad idea.
Then, Ellie showed just how smart she was and Quincy was pretty sure he fell in love. Not really because love was weird and gross, but Ellie was quickly becoming one of the few people Quincy thought he'd like to be in his inner circle of people. So far, that inner circle was basically just Bertie, and occasionally Valentine but not because she was super smart so much as just super nice. Not to be rude to Valentine; some people needed to be just super nice too and the girl obviously tried really hard. Ellie had an answer faster than Quincy had had a question though and he nodded eagerly as she went through her logic.
"That makes sense to me," he agreed. "The doll stayed dressed in whatever it was last wearing until you gave it a new setting," he added to clarify that point. Perhaps a switching spell did make the most sense then. "I don't remember if you could take the clothes or accessories off though. Could also be an illusion maybe and not actually anything substantive." He wondered briefly if the doll's bag was magically altered with an undetectable extension charm but that seemed unlikely considering the new outfits would appear instantaneously and didn't need to be summoned from anywhere. He shook his head about his sister experimenting though. "No, she's not that way," he said, obviously a bit disappointed by that fact. "I never thought too much about it before so I haven't but if she still has it, I may try over the summer. Now I'm really curious. What about your accidental magic? Do you think you were unconsciously doing some sort of actual spell on the roll in your doll? Or do you think accidental magic works outside the realm of known spells? I think there's some of both, but what do you think you were doing in that case?" he asked.
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Valentine began flipping through the book scanning the pages for the word 'elephant'. Unsurprisingly it didn't come up often. A few pages in she glanced up at Sadie to see how her partner was doing. Because, unlike some people she knew, she happened to like people more than books. While Bonabelle had worked wonders on her, she still found it quite difficult to look at a book for any terribly extended period of time.
Sadie, in her estimation, looked uncertain about something and was glancing her way as well. She was also only a few pages into the back section of the book. Valentine gave Sadie a smile, "What's up? Did you find it already?" That would be great she thought. The sooner they got this assignment stuff done, the more time they would have to just talk and hang out.
She'd never really gotten to hang out much with Sadie or get to know her all that well. If she could fix that, things would be fantastic. "Once we get this done, we'll just need to come up with our own questions then check out the toys over there." A thought struck her suddenly and she cringed just a bit, "Oh. I'm sorry, we could do the things in a different order if you'd like. I just kind of pulled you into this." Val gave an apologetic smile to Sadie and hoped the older girl didn't think she had been being to bossy or anything.
"No, you weren't," Theo confirmed when Jezebel said she hadn't been not nice. He was mildly annoyed that she didn't care about his dad, because that did seem rude, and his dad was very worth caring about, but then she said more good things. His face shifted to a beaming smile as she called his dad 'nice.' "Correct!" he nodded emphatically. "Good. Carry on being like that," he clarified, seeing as she had seemed uncertain about what counted as nice vs not nice behaviour. He could understand her confusion. People were odd sometimes.
"Yes! Good!" he shrieked, entirely too loudly for class and for someone who was so close by. But she was saying exciting things! He liked that she liked dens too! This was turning out very well and he wondered how they hadn't talked before this given that they had so much in common.
"You mean cottonwool," he corrected her when she compared the texture of pillow insides to cotton candy. "Cottonwool is very nice," he agreed. "Cotton candy floss," he added, merging the names from both his dialects, "is interesting and does the melty thing in your mouth but it is very sticky to the touch and that can lead to problems. Sticky things are unpleasant and unwanted." He gave a little shudder as he thought about sleeping on a pilllow of cotton candy and it all melting and in being in your hair and -ugh. Sticky was gross. "They do have the same visual texture though," he conceded, understanding a little bit why she had compared them. Visual texture could be interesting and problematic and tricksy but sort of fascinating so long as it didn't lead to unexpected and unpleasant touches.
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