Post by shoebox on Jul 24, 2006 22:38:35 GMT
Kam groaned as he crawled underneath the Quidditch Pitch stands, his fingernails digging into the soft earth. He could hear random students finishing up homework or chatting above him and squinted, looking up and between the benches. Streaks of sunlight washed over him and he stared at the dusty shards warily, continuing his short journey. Suddenly, he let out a yelp of delight, scooping up some dirt in his hand and taking out his wand with the other.
This rock was definitely the most perfect of them all.
Letting his thumb rub over the smooth, tough surface, he looked down at the stone between his fingers. It was a deep green with ripples of cream near the bottom and nearly as big as his palm.
Sitting cross-legged, forgetting completely about how dirty his appearance was steadily becoming, Kam pointed his wand at the rock and whispered a short transfiguration spell. The rock began to vibrate in his hand and he stared at it with raised eyebrows.
Then, it slowly - very slowly - began to transform into a small creature that fit perfectly in his outstretched hand. He stared at the small turtle for a moment before placing his wand back in his robes.
"I could've done better with the shell," he said to himself, touching the clumsy, unbalanced shell with his pinky.
This rock was definitely the most perfect of them all.
Letting his thumb rub over the smooth, tough surface, he looked down at the stone between his fingers. It was a deep green with ripples of cream near the bottom and nearly as big as his palm.
Sitting cross-legged, forgetting completely about how dirty his appearance was steadily becoming, Kam pointed his wand at the rock and whispered a short transfiguration spell. The rock began to vibrate in his hand and he stared at it with raised eyebrows.
Then, it slowly - very slowly - began to transform into a small creature that fit perfectly in his outstretched hand. He stared at the small turtle for a moment before placing his wand back in his robes.
"I could've done better with the shell," he said to himself, touching the clumsy, unbalanced shell with his pinky.