Selina Skies
December 01, 2023 6:02 AM
Beginners - Stringing You Along by Selina Skies
Selina had neither received a direct petition from Summer herself nor news of Professor Wright being brutally murdered, so presumably whatever issue she had with being sorted into Aladren had been resolved. Selina was therefore, cautiously calling the new year ‘off to a smooth start’ and was ready to get down to the actual business of teaching.“Good morning,” she greeted the beginners as they made their way into their first transfiguration class of the year—for some of them, their first transfiguration class ever. “Transfiguration is often viewed as one of the more challenging branches of magic, and whilst that is true, I also believe it’s a subject which offers multiple ways in and multiple ways to be successful. For some people, that route is imagination. Some people find visualisation skills to be very useful and be their way in. Older texts even talk about this ability like it is synonymous with transfiguration, though that is not the case. Transfiguration is also concerned with matter and energy, and the scientific or logical amongst you might find that to be the best way to examine it. It’s also a subject that responds to strong force of will. Whichever your strength is can be your starting point for the subject.
“Today, we’ll be working on changing either a stick or a drinking straw into a piece of string. Second years will have a straw. Can anyone tell me why that might be?” She called on students, taking answers until they’d hit on the fact that the second years would need to make their object solid, whereas that was already gifted to the first years. This led onto a further discussion of the similarities and differences between each object and a piece of string.
“I encourage you, if you are new to the subject, to take these kind of notes and make these kinds of comparisons formally before attempting the spell. It can help to do a thorough compare and contrast to make sure you’ve thought in detail about what you’re changing. The wand movement for this is a straight horizontal slash, with a loose wrist. Everyone try that.” She made them repeat it three times, keeping an eye out for students who didn’t do it correctly and trying to add general feedback into her instructions, whilst making a note to get to them sooner rather than later.
“The spell is linea. The materials for your grade level will come to you.” She flicked her wand, assigning different items to the relevant students. “If you have any questions or difficulties, ask your neighbours or raise your hand to get my attention. You may begin.”
OOC: OOC - welcome to Transfiguration. Please keep class posting realistic. This is a writing site, so quality of writing means more than claiming to just 'be the best' at the spell. Remember that Hermione, the best witch of her age, struggled with Transfiguration at first. That said, feel free to have more scope and variety than the outright failure most people experienced in the book. 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: That's not very kind by Wesley Wu with Rowan Westfall
Transfigurations is fun, right? by Edu Alamilla with Violet Calhoun
Look at me! Dora the Student! by Dora Xavier with Mathias Melcher
Seems more like you're providing a shortcut by Ursula Arcadius with Alma Brockert
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Selina Skies
Beginners - Stringing You Along
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Wesley Wu
December 01, 2023 8:14 AM
That's not very kind by Wesley Wu
So. Here it was. The beginnings of Wes’ academic career as a wizard. Even after an overnight stay in a building full of waterfall walls and talking paintings, that still felt a little weird to say. Except, as he packed his bag with spellbooks and a wand, it was very clear he wasn’t off to math. So, in a weird way, going to a class called Transfiguration made sense. Very much for a given value of sense that was heavily context dependent, but it would have been weird to do anything normal at this point.Except for eating pancakes. Apparently, wizards got pancakes, and Wes was allowed to choose from a range of mostly familiar foods for breakfast, so he chose those.
But aside from pancakes and following rules like brushing his teeth, he wasn’t sure how recognisable anything in his day was going to be.
Well, he recognised Professor Skies, because she’d welcomed him to his new ‘home’ right after telling him about a zombie picture that definitely couldn’t hurt him. And she, amongst other words in her introduction, said ‘science.’ Which almost made Wes laugh out loud (luckily only almost, because he doubted she would like that very much) because this school was as far from anything scientific as he could imagine. However, the thing that really sparked his curiosity was the idea of visuals. Wes was very much a visual learner and enjoyed art a lot. He hoped the ‘imaginative’ part wasn’t a strong requirement, because he much preferred following tutorials than coming up with weird things out of his own brain, but he could picture things, or maybe sketch them out to play to his strengths. It was nice to know that might be somewhat useful.
Without much further explanation, other than the specific word and spell they needed to change a stick into a piece of string, Professor Skies set them to their task.Wes looked at his stick. He looked at his wand. Then back at the stick. He shuffled his notes, adding a few more lines comparing the two, and drawing both items for good measure. But even though he liked to draw, he couldn’t spin those simple sketches out that long…
“So we just…” he asked his neighbour, waving his wand hand vaguely. “And it’s meant to…?” He wiggled his other hand, approximating the idea of change, and wondering whether he wanted to know more than that, or whether it would melt his brain if he tried to find out.
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Wesley Wu
That's not very kind
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Rowan Westfall
January 05, 2024 1:32 AM
Trials and Tribulations by Rowan Westfall
Professor Skies lecture had definitely been interesting, if not just a tad confusing. So some people used imagination to do these spells? That seemed like the right route, at least playing to Rowan's skills, but imagining what? He'd been expecting her to walk them through that, tell them what to imagine, how to examine things, not just give them a wand movement to practice and a word. How did that relate to imagination? So he picked up his stick and started examining, not that he really knew what he was looking for. It was a stick, not much different than the sticks he played with at home, just different texture and color to the bark. He was squinting at the little tree ring were the branch had been cut when the boy next to him spoke up.He forced himself to stop nervously chewing on his lip, "Um, yes?" he sounded unsure, and had gotten no farther than Wes. "How in the world does the imagination and stuff work into this? I don't think she explain it very well," he glanced back down at his book. The only thing he knew about transfiguration was the stuff from the Bible his mother had tried - and failed - to teach him, and that had nothing to do with this. Sure, a stick and string were both long and thin, but he had no clue how to make it floppy like string.
He tried the spell on the thing a few times, whispering the incantation, making sure to pronounce it correctly, and yet all he succeeded in doing was make it stretch itself slightly, which in of itself was neat after not growing up around magic, but not the goal, and he let out a frustrated huff.
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Rowan Westfall
Trials and Tribulations
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Wesley Wu
January 05, 2024 7:13 AM
It's just... Sort of silly by Wesley Wu
"It felt like she was explaining it when she was talking," said Wes, not wanting to completely write off his Head of House, as that felt rather rude. "But now she's stopped talking, it's stopped feeling that way... I did the notes." He shoved his comparisons and his drawings over to his neighbour, feeling vaguely embarrassed that they pointed out things like string being soft and wood not being. It all seemed rather obvious but it was what they'd been told to write.The issue of feeling a bit silly was probably why he was also hesitant to just pick up the magic stick and start waving it and saying strange words. They were well past the part where someone was going to tell him this was all an elaborate hoax, and he had seen enough magic to have accepted that it existed but that was very different to doing it himself.
He followed his neighbour's lead, trying to keep the thing he was doing to himself, as much as he could whilst both moving and speaking. After a few attempts, his stick was softer. It looked in some ways like it had been left in the rain too long, starting to slowly rot from the inside, so it had the same appearance but much less structural integrity.
"Well... It's different to how it was before," he said, trying to find the bright side. He took a glance at his neighbour's. "Yours too," he added encouragingly.
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Wesley Wu
It's just... Sort of silly
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Edu Alamilla
January 05, 2024 9:37 PM
Transfigurations is fun, right? by Edu Alamilla
Edu arrived at the Transfigurations classroom on schedule, that is a few minutes before he was required to 'officially' be there. It wasn't as though he was particularly excited about the class itself, but it was rude to be late. While class might start without him, he'd disrupt what was happening upon his arrival. Transfigurations was one of the 'proper' wizarding classes, meaning that it was actually about using magic directly. Charms and naturally potions were the other ones, at least according to Padre. Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology were only important in that they furnished the materials for potions.Whether or not he agreed entirely with Padre's assessment, was something that Edu had not yet quite worked out. Regardless, he took his seat in the classroom and prepared for learning to begin. He returned the Professor's morning greeting politely... and less enthusiastically then some of his fellow classmates. As he took notes, he thought about the Professor's options on strengths for the subject. Edu thought his strength, if you could call it that, would be imagination. It was the traditional method, and worked to fairly good effect last year. He did not think he had a particularly strong force of will, and no knowledge of science. Padre derided muggle science whenever he could as nonsensical ramblings.
Edu was ready once the Professor reached the task for the day. He had gotten fairly good at taking notes and doing comparisons last year. He repeated the wand motion, and noted down the spell word they would be using. After which his straw arrived. It was indeed hollow, just as had been pointed out earlier. First things first, he thought to himself and began noting down the similarities and differences that his straw had with a piece of string. It wasn't a particularly long or surprising list.
With that done, he set the straw down on the desk in front of him, picked up his wand, closed his eyes and tried to picture the straw changing into the string that he wanted. His wand slashed through the air as he spoke "Linea!" When he opened his eyes and looked at the straw, nothing seemed to have happened. He tried to keep a dissapointed look from crossing his face, but he had hoped to be a bit more successful. When he picked up the straw to examine it however, it moved like a string. It was all floppy and such even though it was still hollow and looked like a straw.
"Huh," he said mostly to himself. Then he turned to his neighbor, "What do you think of this?"
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Edu Alamilla
Transfigurations is fun, right?
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Dora Xavier
January 05, 2024 9:57 PM
Look at me! Dora the Student! by Dora Xavier
"Good morning, Professor!" Dora called back cheerfully when Professor Skies greeted the class. The class. Dora was a part of the class. She suspected she might eventually come down from this ebullient high that every new Sonora first was evoking in her, and it would all become just an ordinary Sonora existence again, like she'd lived for her entire life, but being a student was still exciting and new and made her feel so grown up, but she doubted it was in any danger of fading out any time soon.She tried very hard to sit still and pay attention as her transfiguration teacher - she had a transfiguration teacher! - dove right into their first lesson.
She wasn't quite sure what her strongest approach would be to the subject. She had a pretty good imagination, but she could also be quite willful (she knew this because that was the word Dad used sometimes when he was trying to be nice while explaining why she was getting in trouble again). Science and logic, though, would probably not be her approach. She figured she'd try both imagination and will, and see which worked out the best for her, or maybe she could even try to figure out how to use them in combination.
She'd be starting with a stick. She had some basic understanding of transfiguration, from hanging out with Edu and Zeus last year while they were trying to do homework (not always successfully once she got involved) so she raised her hand eagerly, and got to answer, "Because the stick doesn't need to change as much!" Which was apparently close, but not everything Professor Skies was looking for because she kept taking answers until someone said the stick was solid. Which was kind of what Dora had meant, she just hadn't gotten that specific.
She guessed that was kind of what they need to work out as the assignment before trying the spell. Sort out all the ways a stick and a string were the same and different, using specific details to focus on when imagining/willing it to change.
Dora mimicked the wand movement with the teacher as she demonstrated it for them, repeating it several times, and then looked over to Summer to make sure she was doing okay without the visual aid, though the professor had at least described the motions verbally, too.
She wasn't sure her own wrist was entirely loose like Skies had said, and she tried again with her wrist facing up instead and got corrected for that (or, rather, Professor Skies told the whole class not to do that), so she guessed wrist position was somewhat important.
"Linea," she repeated the incantation as a stick landed in front of her. She had a stick that she was going to turn into a string! This was so awesome!
Okay. Sticks and strings. They were both long and skinny. Sticks were stiff and strings were flexible. Sticks had fibers, kind of, and strings definitely had fibers. Strings were usually made of plant material, and sticks had been a part of a plant (Dora wasn't sure if that was useful or not, but it was something that crossed through her mind.) Sticks had bark. Strings did not. Sticks were brown while strings could be colorful, especially the ones she used for braiding friendship bracelets.
She picked up her wand again and practiced the loose wrist thing a few more times until she felt she was doing it right without her horizontal slash getting too sloppy. She looked at her stick. No, she stared it down intently. Then she did the wand movement, and said, "Linea!" like it was an order and she pushed all of her will at the stick.
And nothing happened at all.
She huff in disappointed annoyance and picked it up. It was still a completely normal stick. She grimaced. "Guess I need to try imagination. Will didn't work." She looked over to see how her neighbor was doing. "How's it going for you?"
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Dora Xavier
Look at me! Dora the Student!
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Violet Calhoun
January 08, 2024 9:13 PM
I'm a fan of it. by Violet Calhoun
With a full year of magical education under her belt, second-year Violet Calhoun had reached the conclusion that Transfiguration was her favorite class. This was because of one major reason: it was hard. As Professor Skies reiterated today, it was often seen as a difficult branch of magic. Violet enjoyed a challenge, or any opportunity to prove other people might be wrong about her. And her scrappy nature bled into her magical abilities, so there was really very little she could not accomplish. It might take a few attempts, but she pretty much always got the spell before the conclusion of the introductory lesson.Violet could not say the same for all of her peers, which was another reason that she liked it: she was better at it than other people. More powerful. The Aladren carried a fire in her belly, and that fire fueled her to do better, to be better. Maybe deep down, it was a quiet insecurity that made her feel like she wasn’t as good as others, but she told that stupid little voice to shove it so she could revel in her superiority instead of wondering if it validated her to get this one thing right.
She hadn’t made her attempt yet when her neighbor spoke. “Huh. What do you think of this?” Violet turned her attention to the source of the inquiry, her yearmate Edu. While Violet tended to be a bit… unpleasant, she had yet to come up with a reason to feel negatively toward Edu. That had nothing to do with his being a Staff Kid™, either; he just seemed generally likable, and even she had to admit it.
For a moment, she looked at his straw/string/middle-state-thing. “If I had to guess, I’d say you weren’t visualizing the string enough,” Violet commented. “So the physical property of it changed, but it still looks the same.”
Violet returned her focus to her own straw. “Linea,” she incanted, keeping her own advice in mind. The straw visually changed to look exactly like a string, but when she picked it up, it was still rigid and hard like the straw had been. “Okay, I guess there’s a middleground we have to find,” she admitted sheepishly.
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Violet Calhoun
I'm a fan of it.
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Ursula Arcadius
January 26, 2024 11:01 PM
Seems more like you're providing a shortcut by Ursula Arcadius
Ursula took her seat in Transfiguration feeling very grown up. She was now a second year, so one of the older and wiser ones in the class. This was only mildly overshadowed by Quillan now getting to boast the status of intermediate student. When he was around, she was still the baby, but in this room, she got to be one of the leaders.She took a seat and listened with interest as Professor Skies talked, expanding out beyond the usual ‘visualisation’ speech. Will-power. Hm. In spite of her placement in Teppenpaw, Ursula definitely had a solid stubborn streak—one that liked to get its own way. She had no problem commanding a broom to come ‘up’—nor, less directly, making a boy realise he should be asking her to the ball (even if his friend had blundered in and done most of that one for her, she was confident she would have made it happen herself anyway). It was interesting to think the same logic might be applied to transfiguration, which she had always found fiddly and annoying, though perhaps part of that was comparing herself to her brother, who was both a year older and incredibly visual in his thinking.
She took her drinking straw with renewed optimism, making written notes on all the ways she would need to change it. As she took her deep breaths in preparation for casting, her mind automatically started picturing the necessary changes before she remembered that she was trying to just be commanding.
“Linea,” she cast, flicking her wrist, and giving the word the same kind of firm tone she would use to get what she wanted at home. The drinking straw wrinkled slightly, like it had been dehydrated, losing some of its hollowness as it shrunk in on itself and changed texture. It wasn’t fully string-like but there was visible progress towards it. She wasn’t sure whether it was better than she could have done with just visualisation, but it certainly felt efficient and satisfying.
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Ursula Arcadius
Seems more like you're providing a shortcut
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Mathias Melcher
January 31, 2024 7:20 PM
*looks* Nice to meet you! I'm Mathias the Poet (and also a student) by Mathias Melcher
OOC: Poem brought to you by words used on Words By Friends 2 BIC:
Mathias’ second year at Sonora had started with a slight disappointment. Well, slight for him anyway, he was pretty sure it sucked way more for Connie. Like, he wasn’t saying that Amethyst and Hansel weren’t good choices-the former was one of his cousins and what intel, Sonora being a pretty small school and Mathias being the Sort Who Collected As Much Intel As Possible, he had on both of them was largely positive-just that Connie would have been a better one, because she would be the best Head Student in the world as being Head Student was like being a big sister (or brother) to the entire school. As Connie was the best big sister ever that meant she’d be the best Head Student ever.
Unfortunately, because the people his sister seemed to talk to most were himself and Professor Wright-and Connie was’t wrong, the professor was absolutely a fascinating person-it had not been very conducive to her getting the honor, as neither of them was able to vote for her. And while he didn’t know who voted for who-voting being something that Mathias felt he didn’t have a right to ask about-she still might have gotten less votes than the people who won. Especially since Amethyst had made it very clear -clear enough that a second year who was only distantly related to her picked up on it-that she wanted it badly and people who were more closely related to her than they were to Mathias and Connie-and more closely related to her than to Lydia Priory either-such as Liesl and Christopher were able to vote. Christopher was Amethyst’s first cousin so of course he would vote for her.
At least that’s how he thought that worked. Mathias actually didn’t have any first cousins. His parents were both only children. The closest he had was his dad’s first cousin’s daughter Kirstenna and her children Prisca and Finn, both of whom would not be in school yet when Mathias was up for Head Student. Hopefully, he would not be found unsuitable like a few people last year. He was not one hundred percent sure what Xavier had done but he was pretty sure that Ray Thorn had been excluded due to getting pregnant. Mathias didn’t know exactly how he felt about that but she probably had enough to do with having a baby.
Anyway, as for his mom’s side of the family…well, he only knew his grandma. However, this was not an unusual thing, sometimes people had relatives that were awful and that they didn’t really talk about. Again, Mathias had gathered some intel like that Charlotte O’Malley’s biological grandma and full aunt-as in her dad’s full biological sibling, as opposed to step-siblings like Violet’s dad or half siblings like Peyton-were not people that they talked too or about either. So it wasn’t just his mom and grandma.
And this was a thing that Mathias had to be sensitive about. He’d no more ask his mom and grandma about it than he would Charlotte about her less pleasant family members-he figured any other family on his mom’s side had to be unpleasant or they would be part of his life like Kirstenna was and figured it was similar with the third year..Of course, with Charlotte, he also wouldn’t ask her based on not knowing her well-though as she was his cousin he should try to, same with Misty, Alma, Jason and Libby though he was not so sure about Desmond, who seemed disdainful of and outright disgusted by the younger Aladren and also was possibly the most uptight person he’d ever seen, possibly more so than his grandfather, great-grandfather and Headmaster Brockert put together- and, more importantly, the fact that Charlotte probably didn’t know any more on the subject than Mathias himself did. Besides, that legitimately fell into the none of his business category. It would be insensitive to the Teppenpaw and her father. (And her siblings and grandfather and step-grandma and so on.)
Anyway, the fact that Connie was disappointed about not getting Head Student put a damper on things for the second year, mostly because he did not like seeing her sad. Head Student was unfortunately a popularity contest and Mathias guessed Amethyst and Hans were more popular than his sister. From all he could tell, Amethyst had that personality. Of a popular girl minus the fact that she was not evil. Though Mathias, astute and downright nosy as always and this being his family albeit distant, had heard rumors about one of the seventh year’s older sisters.
He pushed these thoughts aside as Professor Skies started class, and gave her his full attention both out of the respect that she deserved and genuine interest. Also, academics were important in the Melcher family and one way he had yet to disappoint his grandparents and great-grandparents. Plus, while his parents might be more concerned than ashamed if Mathias failed to succeed academically, he was pretty sure that Dad and Connie were eccentric geniuses and his mom was a less eccentric genius, he wanted to add to this image of their family.Though he was sure he had the eccentric part pretty much down.
Apparently today,Mathias would be changing a drinking straw into a stick. An activity that he was sure was more about fundamentals of Transfiguration than practicality. Why he would ever have need for any stick other than his wand-which was not really a stick as he was pretty sure that was not how wands were made, he’d have to ask Gwendolyn or Misty since their dad was a wandmaker and maybe more inclined to tell them things about his line of work than Grandfather and Great-Grandfather were to tell Mathias about the Melcher Academy’s secrets-for any reason was beyond him
Still, Mathias dutifully came up with the similarities and differences between the two objects. Though of course, he first considered whether or not he used logic-science was a Muggle discipline that he knew nothing about but probably would do well in if he did-creativity or will. He was pretty sure it was mostly a combination of the first two. For one thing, it depended on the assignment. If there was a design element, he liked to make it creative and unique. However, even if it didn’t, like today, where Mathias tended to use more logic, he still generally liked to also consider himself creative. After all, he was a poet!
And remembering this fact, he came up with a poem and turned to the girl next to him, Professor Xavier and Professor Carter-Xavier’s daughter, Dora. “Hey, listen to my new poem!”
Mathias cleared his throat and began.
“Man grunt
Wilt foam time
Ye maw goody.
Vows
Hex hoop
Lunch”
He finished and looked at Dora expectantly. Mathias hoped she liked it.
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Mathias Melcher
*looks* Nice to meet you! I'm Mathias the Poet (and also a student)
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Alma Brockert
February 06, 2024 9:19 PM
Really? by Alma Brockert
Alma was glad to be in her second year of school now. For one thing, being a second year meant that Libby was here now. While she hoped that she would also make friends of her own and that her cousin would too, it was nice to have one of the family members she was closest to here with her. To basically have her best friend here. The Crotalus had missed her last year and Uriah and Miles too.And so far, Libby seemed all right.Alma knew the first year missed her younger brother and was worried about him. Milles, being shy and allergic to everything elicited a lot of worry in Alma too and it must have been that much harder for the new Teppenpaw since he was her brother.
Plus, she likely missed him as a person too, not just worried that he’d be sad and lonely or would eat the wrong thing or that Uncle Eustace would bully him when they were gone. Only one of those things was something Libby could even help him with anyway since she couldn’t stop him from going into anaphylactic shock or Uncle Eustace from being horrible although their uncle was at least banned from Libby and Miles’ home and Miles would be safe from him there.
However, Alma was also certain that Libby missed her brother because she genuinely enjoyed his company. After all, the second year had missed Christopher when he was at school and she wasn’t and they weren’t quite as close to each other as Miles and Libby were.
Still, Libby seemed to be trying her best to be happy and adjust to Sonora by doing things like joining clubs and stuff. Alma hoped that worked out for her, since even though the Crotalus had joined both Visual Art Club and the Ball Planning Committee, she hadn’t…bonded with anyone from either really. She was going to have to try harder with her classmates this year since obviously she didn’t want to wait until she was a sixth year and had the Challenges. Even though she had Libby here now and both Uriah and Miles would be entering the school within the next couple of years.
So far though, Alma hadn’t really had that much luck despite there being no really good reason that she couldn’t become friends with Ursula or her own roommate, Cecily. She quite liked both girls and felt maybe they could find common ground in things. You were more likely to become friends with people you had things in common with, people who you could talk to and agree with.
Of course, now that Libby was here, Alma would have to try harder and not just fall into the comfortable pattern of hanging out with her cousins now that the ones that she was closer to were starting to come to school. Therefore she took a seat by Ursula as Professor Skies began the class.
As the professor talked, Alma wondered if she was a more logical or a more creative thinker. She liked thinking she was fairly good at both, depending on the task because she really didn’t want people to think she was uncreative since that seemed to imply that someone was boring or bland or lacking in original ideas And when, for example, Alma used a floral pattern in Transfiguration, that wasn’t the most original idea. She didn’t want to be that way, even if it would make her life all over easier as she’d fit in better.
On the other hand, if someone said someone wasn’t logical, they were either implying the person was flighty or worse. Of course, she’d mostly heard of Aunt Opal-who was definitely flighty-or Uncle Eustace, whose ideas and ideals rarely made sense being described as lacking in logic and not even in a remotely positive manner. So it was a good thing to be both logical and creative.
However, when it came to Transfiguration,creativity and visualization was the way to go as Alma, despite hopefully being able to think logically, knew nothing about science and matter and energy, all of which sounded dreary. Also, what about wizards who were logical uncreative types, like Desmond, who also knew nothing about a Muggle discipline? Admittedly, it might be good for him personally to struggle and get a dose of humility but then again he was a Brockert and therefore good at Transfig.
Which meant that Alma, also a Brockert, also was. Still, it was easier for her to visualize and compare the similarities and differences than to think or care about matter and energy. She knew that both a drinking straw and a piece of string were both long and thin. A string was more useful, even though you didn’t always need one but might in a pinch-even though you were more likely to have one lying around and transfigure it into what you needed than needing one really badly -as drinking straws were usually redundant when a person could just drink right out of a glass. Not that anyone else mentioned that before someone got to the point Professor Skies specifically wanted.
Alma did the wand motions and pictured a piece of white thread from her sewing box. “Linnea” ” What she found in front of her was a full on string but it was…much bigger around than the string that she sewed with though it wasn’t nearly as thick as a drinking straw. More yarn sized, but…made out the same material as thread. Alma sighed, “Well, at least I didn’t turn it into yarn or make an illusion of string,.” She said to Ursula, who had been next to her when she’d ended up transfiguring something rather than charming it. A lot of the things that Alma had done on the way to getting something down on the way tended to be like that though she was definitely more inclined to transfigure something that she meant to charm than the reverse, especially given that the exact reverse of that had never actually happened at al.“Did you have a nice summer?” She asked the other second year.
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Alma Brockert
Really?
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