The look on Cerelia’s face at the professor’s response said it all, really. She heard titters from the back of the classroom and glanced over to see her brothers sitting up a little straighter in their chairs but still carrying on with their game of cards that they’d busied themselves with for most of the class. She pursed her lips as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment though she knew she was not wrong. In fact, the Professor’s attempt at correcting her only ended up reinforcing exactly what she’d been saying. Cerelia almost went as far as to roll her eyes when her mind pointed out just how wrong the Professor was. The way he tripped over his words was bad enough but it was insult to injury the fact that he could barely spout the correct facts. Cerelia sat up a little straighter and kept a straight face, her eyes narrowing in the Professor’s direction. She placed her hands on the table and neutralised her face after a moment of glaring, deciding that she would appear as fair as possible for she could feel her brothers’ curious eyes on her form.
“Do not patronise me, Professor.” She responded coolly. “Perhaps you should do your own reading before you attempt to conduct a class. What you have just stated only supports what I have just told you. The Ministry has nothing to do with it. They merely document the existence of Animagi. There is no mention of Jacob Walker in Transfiguration lore, either. What you spout is mere folklore - old wives’ tales. That is nothing to base a class on. Even if that was fact rather than fiction, it is proof itself that it is impossible to have multiple Animagi forms. I doubt even those suffering with multiple personality disorders could do the same. In fact, probably because of that fact they would be unable to gain an Animagus form. And as for Viktor Krum,” Cerelia squared her shoulders and took a breath. “Krum attempted to transfigure his self into a shark and failed, only managing his head. That’s got nothing to do with Animagi, either. May I suggest, Professor, that you study the class you’re trying to teach before you actually teach it?” Cerelia rose to her feet, bringing her books up into her arms and placing her bag onto her shoulder. “Good day to you.” And with that, disgusted, Cerelia turned around and left the class, slamming the door shut behind her.