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Katya Patrovna
Hufflepuff │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single



Katya had to admit, Mary was right, Professor Drage was pretty dreamy, even if he was considerably older than they were. The little Hufflepuff always wrestled with Transfiguration class, though it had nothing to do with the math aspect. The math was easy enough, at least for her, her problems tended to lie in being able to apply sufficient force of will to make the transfigurations take place. She hated the fact they used living creatures in their classes, and she knew her sister rescued her kitten from the practical OWL exam.

After she took down her notes for the class, Katya got up and collected a smallish tortoise, with an interesting pattern in its shell, from the selection present and took it back to her desk. Her natural sympathies were with the poor creature, and she hoped she or the professor could undo any harm inflicted if her spell went awry. Already, her friends had successfully completed their spells, so Katya knew she didn't want to fail in hers. Pointing her wand at the tortoise, she called out, "Sciphustestudo" in as strong a tone as she could manage. The creature juddered briefly before becoming a teapot, though one with four metal legs like a samovar, and the creature's shell pattern incorporated as part and parcel of the pot's enameled finish. She looked over at the professor, hoping he might give her some positive comments.



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Sonora was always a little nervous that one day transfiguration would stop making sense, but somehow for the past two years it was one of her better subjects. Besides, Sona was sure if things ever really did stop making sense, it just meant she would have an excuse to listen to Professor Drage to explain things again. Anyways, class was normal, until mid-way through talking, Professor Drage vanished and turned into a hawk:

”D’awwwwwwwwww!!! was the first sound Sonora made. Then he took flight and in a whisper-squeal, she grabbed Jonah’s arm, shaking him excitedly without taking her eyes off of their bird-professor: ”Jonahheturnedintoahawk!! Heturnedintoahawk!!!”

It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard about animagus. She’d heard it in passing and their textbook had some cursory mention of shapeshifting. But she had never seen someone shift, and it had never hit home how real that shift could be.

Forget chasing a snitch, she could be the snitch!

Sona stopped squealing, but she continued shaking Jonah’s arm with excitement until she realized that Professor Drage had started talking about the first assignment. With a start of renewed excitement, she snatched her quill up, flipped to a blank page of her transfiguration notebook and started taking notes-- expected complications, additional caveats, pronunciation, etymology, the usual notes on casting. She double checked her notes before setting to work with a little turtle, absolutely trembling with excitement.

Her first attempt though, was uncharacteristically unfocused. ”He turned into a bird, Jonah! And he flew! Jonah, I could be a bird! Icouldbeabird! Ahem-- Sciphustestudo.” The turtle turned into a….thing, but it was closer to a lidded bowl than a teapot and still had an untouched shell as the lid ”Reparifarge!” she quickly amended, worriedly checking her turtle over.

She took a deep breath and tried to focus on figuring out how to make the turtle a teapot, but a few minutes later, she couldn’t help but whisper to her best friend: ”Jonah, when do you think Professor Drage is teaching us the animagus spell? Do you think hawks and turtles talk to each other? What kind of animal would you want to turn into?”