(Transfiguration) T:III-L:III

[Deputy Head Morley]

"Here we go again..." she muttered to herself as she strode into the classroom, early as always. She was the teacher afterall, 'twas only appropriate that she should be early... but sometimes... sometimes she wished she were a students again. Romping around the halls and causing havoc as she used to, but those days were long gone. It was her turn to be a semi-responsible, almost well adjusted member of society and let the students do the havoc reeking... outside of her classroom that is.

She sat cross-legged in the center of the room, wand in hand, eyes closed and breathing deeply. After only a moment or two, the lights in the room began to flicker on and off, on and off, on and off... an electric buzz began to fill the classroom, humming mellowly until...
-POP- Everything returned to normal... Well, almost everything. In the middle of the room where Immi had been sitting, now was nothing. If you looked up towards the ceiling, however, you would see her clearly, hovering just below the scarf-clad support beams of the classroom.

She opened one eye and smiled to herself. As an after thought she waved her wand and the magic-writing in front of her desk formed this message:

Lesson Three
Transforming Energies Around You

Points awarded this lesson:
Gryffindor: 5
Slytherin: 20
Hufflepuff: 15
Ravenclaw: 10

She wobbled slightly as the writing finished, but the Professor soon regained her balance once she concentrated again. She nodded to herself and began humming on the same tone the electric buzz had made only moments earlier. 'This should be an interesting class.' she thought with a mischevous smirk.

[fatherg]

Arthur was sure to get to this class earlier than any class. Trasnfiguration is his best class and his his favorite class on top of that. Arthur walked down the hall casually, his was turning from side to side, his luck wasn't the best when it came across the least than commendable students at Hogwarts. But that happens when you are a first year he assumed. Arthur slid the door open, looking at the teacher through his glasses and walked straight to the front. He found it easier to be less distracted and to haer the teacher when right there. Arthur looked at the professor and pulled out his book and wand. He quietly waited, wondering what they would learn, drumming his fingers on the desk to only a beat he knows, and humming the same tune to it.

[willowbeufay]

Willow got to class as early as she could, Transfiguration was always a favorite of hers. She was still awaiting the day that the teacher taught them how to do human transfigurations. She wanted to try it out on some first year slytherins, but she wouldnt tell anybody about her secret desire to harm the slytherins.

[fatherg]

Arthur watched as the girl walked in and decided that he couldn't be cooped up in a shell his whole time at Hogwarts. He turned and looked at the girl, hiding behind his all-too-famous smile used to hide his emotions. "Hi, I am Arthur Aendole, a first year" he said offering the girl his hand. "What is your name?" Arthur asked softly to the stranger.

[crash]

Adair opened the door to the Transfiguration room, scanning it quickly before grimacing and choosing a seat near the back. It seemed their Professor was running late as she was nowhere to be seen, and he leaned back casually on his chair while resting his polished shoes on the uneven surface of his desk.

He realised, then, that he was sitting at Layla's place from their previous lesson. The scorch marks were proof enough--

Sighing irritably, he was about to pull out some Muggle newspaper clippings to see if he could find anything remotely suspicious about Starsmore's previous job (filing papers at the Ministry) when he absent-mindedly raised his gaze to the ceiling.

Shoving his feet off his desk, Adair immediately smoothed down his robes with a confused frown. Since when did Professors levitate in the middle of oddly decorated classrooms, silently spying on their students?

Such a thing would never have happened at his old academy.

[Deputy Head Morley]

"Ahh, Telbor! Glad to see you back in my classroom!" she pushed off from the ceiling and patted his head, "I was afraid that after the last lesson of mine you came to, you'd want to transfer back to your old school. This is most definatly a... well I don't suppose pleasant is proper word exactly, but it's a surprise." She chuckled giddily as she let herself float to the front of the room.
"Ahh, and it seems we have some new faces as well," she beamed. "Anybody for a square of toffee?" she asked, hovering near the top of her desk and pulling down a bag of the sugary treats. "I'd almost forgotten I had these up here..." she chuckled again, then unwrapped one and popped it in her mouth. She tilted her head and made a slight face, "A li'l chewy..." she paused so as to release her teeth from the sticky substance, "Bu' no' too bad."

She always became a little bit... spazztic during this lesson. Having her head in the clouds literally, always gave her a bit of a... 'high'.
She hovered a few inches above the ground, smiling at her mis-matched classroom, then remembered there were students in it. "Oh, my. I almost forgot, what are everbody's names and houses? Well... I know Telbor's, so how about someone else start off the introductions?" she asked jovially.

[fatherg]

(Italics when I write either means a character is thinking or words that the character stresses the most on, but you will know when the character stresses a word, any other time it is thougt.)

Arthur watched the professor, mouth a gape and eyes the size of saucers. What was she doing? What was she? How did she do that? Arthur's head swirled with endless questions, he finally began to speak. "I am..." Arthur paused, he had so many things swirling in his head he had forgotten his name for a few seconds. "Arthur, Arthur Aendole. First year, in Ravenclaw!" Arthur was proud of his house and let it be known with the tone of his voice when he said the word Ravenclaw. His face slowly formed back into that same, old, mask of a smile. That was all it was, a mask. But isn't that how most people live their lives? As a masquearade. Arthur didn't like many types of candy, he had a limited selection to what he loved and what he liked, and what he didn't even care about. For instance, Cockroach Clusters was one thing that Arthur never wanted to look at much less taste. But Acid Pops is one of the treats Arthur likes to suck on when bored. Now Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans and Chocolate Frogs had to be the top two candy items on Arthur's all-time favorite list.

[crash]

Adair was definitely not going to try anything Morley offered him. Wrinkling his nose at the toffee, he ran a hand carefully through his hair to fix it where the professor had patted him.

As the first year introduced himself, the Slytherin preoccupied himself with the message on the board. Energies? he questioned silently, staring pointedly at his Professor. "Well, that certainly explains a few things..." he muttered, flipping open a notebook.

The Ravenclaw had seemingly lost his attention, a glazed look overcoming his face, and Adair rose a brow.

"Adiar Telbor," he said in a bored way, tracing a pattern in the wood of his desk. "Slytherin."

[swishandflick]

Adrienne walked through the classroom and immediately scrunched up her nose at the decor. It was even less straightened than normal classrooms and she took a seat next to a boy in her year hearing him introduce himself.

Getting the gist of the lesson, she rose her hand. Slender fingers splayed out, she looked at her surroundings distractedly. "Adrienne Coote. Slytherin also."

[fallonwinters]

Fallon walked into the classroom, her robes trailing behind her. She absolutely hated this class. She didn't mind the subject matter, but the Professor was alway...happy! It was too much for the Slytherin. Knowing she had this class next, Fallon had felt the urge to go the girl's room and reapply her eyeliner ever darker than usual. Somehow it made her feel better.

Her hair, straight today blew into her face as she walked through the door. She noticed only two other Slytherin in the classroom with her. Luckily both of them were her year. Pushing her long hair out of her face, She wandered to the seat on the other side of Adair. Fallon smiled as she sat down. Looked at the Professor, and rolled her eyes.

Looking around, Fallon lost the smile as she was forced to introduce herself. "Fallon Winters, Slytherin." She said, emotionless. She took out her wand, and a parchment, ignoring the rest of the class. "This is going to be a long class." she whispered across her to Adair and Adrienne.

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa opened the door a sliver and glanced into the room. It was decorated oddly, with several trinkets cluttered around the open space surrounding the desks - which in themselves were a completely different story.

Not one looked like the other, and Lisa grinned immediately. There was a reason she adored Transfiguration, she remembered, as each Professor always proved to be interesting.

Stepping inside, she took a seat near the middle and placed her hands evenly on the desk. There didn't seem to be any others from her house, and noticing the Slytherins didn't seem to be particularlyly social, Lisa leaned over a desk and tapped a Ravenclaw with a finger.

"Did I miss anything important?" She asked gently, unsure.

When Fallon called out her name and house, Lisa figured she should do the same. "Lisa Lycott, Gryffindor."

[pun]

Adéline entered the classroom only mildly late. Looking distraught and disheveled, she quickly smoothed down her robes and sat down at the nearest seat.

Unfortunately, this happened to be right beside a trio of Slytherins.

Deciding not to dwell on the stressing fact, she pulled out a couple of books and opened one to make it look as though she had been there the entire lesson and was paying avid attention.

"Energies, energies," she muttered quietly to herself with a finger traveling down the Table of Contents.

[Shabnam Snapdragon]

The moment Shabnam entered the room, something colourful near the gloomy - although pleasantly robed - rafters of the ceiling caught her eye. She looked up sharply, grinning instantly as she witnessed Professor Morely leviating with a bemused expression high above their heads, legs crossed, hands on knees. 'That's ace!' She called up, still watching the professor as she blindly wandered over to Lisa, sitting down next to her.

As a Slytherin named Adair commented, Shabnam giggled as Professor Morely came back down to earth, patting him on the head mockingly. Raising her hand eagerly for some toffee, Shabnam too introduced herself. 'I'm Shabnam, the Hufflepuff...' She said softly, smiling.

Shabnam now glanced to the blackboard, inspecting the subject of today's lesson. Energies? Well - Professor Morely certainly had it!

[Deputy Head Morley]

"Five points to everyone for showing up so promptly," she said with a smile, pushing of from the ground and floating above the students heads again. She flicked her wand and locked the door so no late-comers could disrupt the lesson. She looked down at a smarmy, blonde, Slytherin girl, who somehow managed to think that her snide remarks would go unnoticed. The buoyant Professor promptly turned the girl's chair into a cactus before alighting on top of the jungle-gym of a desk at the front of the class.

"Alright, what can anyone tell me about energy? Anyone? Hm, Telbor. What are your thoughts on the matter?" she asked, deciding that today's lesson she was going to enjoy messing around with the surly Slytherin bunch. She knew she shouldn't, and in most cases she wouldn't, but today was going to be far too amusing not to.

[fatherg]

Arthur sat there silently, trying to think of what the professor meant by what is energy. He is asking the question and using the word too blandly. "Professor, I got a question. I read in a dictionary once that energy in science is 'active work' but there can be many types of energy. Anywhere from Mechanical Energy to Nuclear Energy and I can't tell you much about those..." Arthur said disappointed he could explain much more about energy to the professor, but mainly because he should have more knowledge of something so simple and commonly used for a witty and intelligent Ravenclaw.