Transfiguration (Class 1)

Something always happened in this class. And as much as she wanted to stay out of it, she couldn't help the fact her attention was drawn to the little fight going on because of the two boys it involved, Alex Star and Brian Sullivan. She rolled her eyes at the scene, clearly annoyed at the fact Star was always getting into things where he wouldn't win, Head Boy or not.

Her head started to hurt and that annoyed her more. She obviously wasn't in the mood to be anywhere near this and all she did was glare in the direction of the supposed Head Boy. He really was annoying, and he causing her trouble, whether he knew it or not, everywhere she went because he always appeared there. She doubted she would be able to enjoy the class now because he was there.

Just so long as he didn't come near her ... she was fine. She hoped.

He grinned whenever she said she would only go out with him when pigs flew and green ooze came out of the walls. She must have forgot he was a wizard, because he had already formulated about three ways to make that happen. He wanted it to be a spectacle though, embarrass he a little bit in the process. "It is a date, then." He smirked and then his eyes turned to Gian.

"No house comradery I see!" He said, throwing his shoulders up with a faint smile on his face. The whole scene was going to turn into a witch hunt if he wasn't careful. "I already apologized to the lady, and if you weren't listening, we kind of have a date." He winked at Gian and then patted the seat next to him. "Come, sit next to me, we have Quidditch to discuss!"

Naomi skipped into class and sat next to her sister Hitame not really carding if she was late or not. "Hey Hit," she said speaking loud enough that no one should have had a problem hearing her. "What are we doing today?" she asked haveing had failed to pay any attintion to any indications around the room about what they would be learning or to the fact that she should not be talking. Carefully she placed her book on the table on front of her. Glancing over at her sisters book for a page number she hummed and searched though her book for it. Once on the page she sighed placeing her elbow on the desk and her chin in her hand giving the universal sign of boredom for a student who was confined to a desk.

Scott ran down the corridors of Hogwarts Castle. He was running late which would happen every once and a while. But on the very first day of classes? Bloody time table going missing minutes before classes started. He cursed under his breath as he ran up to the door that led to the Transfiguration class. Being honest he wasn't even sure if he was late, either way entered the class gasping for breath. Noticing a familiar face right away he moved to sit down next to his friend Teddy. She didn't look happy.

"Oi, what's gotten your wand in a knot?" he asked her in a hushed tone. The professor was at his desk. He knew who he was, he had heard plenty from his father. That was Kingsley Shacklebolt, but what was he doing teaching. Last he heard he was dead...

[OOC: Sorry about the wait guys! I'm back now.
By the way guys, don't mention IC the fact that the NEWT, OWL and basic classes have been merged. It is weird, but ignore it. ]

Judging by the chatter filling up the classroom, all the students seem to have arrived. Kingsley sighed, unlike Mcgonagall or Snape, he had never quite developed that aura of fear or respect that made students automatically quiet around him. Kingsley sat and watched them, before waving his wand at the blackboard. A chalk started writing: "Transfiguration lesson 1: Transformation."

"Welcome student's, to your first Transfiguration class!" Kingsley said loudly. "I am Professor Shacklebolt, though of course most of you already know me." Kingsley doubted there was anyone in the Wizarding World who hadn't heard of him. "Transfiguration is a branch of magic that deals with the alteration, destruction and creation, of matter. It is a very systematic and precise magical discipline, and to master it will require lots of practice and hard work."

"Transfiguration is also very dangerous," Kingsley warned. "For example, a badly done self transfiguration spell could make you stuck in that form forever. I have seen my fair share of transfiguration accidents at Hogwarts. For that reason, we will be starting with the basics. So first, for ten house points, can anyone tell me the four main branches of Transfiguration?"

Hitame lifted her head from the desk and looked at the girl whom she'd been told was her twin sister. It was obviously true since they looked pretty much identical, but they were different in so many ways. "Hey Naomi." she said softly to the girl as she took a seat next to her. "Learning the basics." she added and looked down at her book, trying to ignore the girl if she asked anything else. Hitame wasn't exactly the best company nowadays.

When the professor started to speak, she winced a bit at the loudness of his voice but she looked up at him. Her mind wandered a bit as he spoke but when he asked what the four main branches of Transfiguration were, she came back to reality. I know this ... she said in her mind, blinking a couple of times blankly. She looked around a bit and then raised her hand when she remembered, at least studying was good for something, "The four main branches are Transfiguration, Vanishment, Conjuration, and Untransfiguration." she told him.

Aidan raised his hand in the back, but some Gryffindor girl had beaten him to the answer. Dammit, he thought. He knew the four branches. Conjuration, Untransfiguration, Vanishment and Transfiguration. Most people thought it was weird how Transfiguration was a branch of Transfiguration, but it made perfect sense to him. People thought he was strange because of it, but Aidan was happy with who he was. At least, most of the time. Sometimes he wished he was more outgoing. Like just being able to shout out an answer, or even raise his hand more than a few centimeters. That would probably help, he told himself.

He waited eagerly for the Professor's next question, hoping he could get that one. He was reciting bits of textbooks, things he'd heard from his parents and other family members, plus more bits and pieces of knowledge over and over again in his head, wanting to remember everything ever. He had a good memory, a lot better than most, but he still thought it wasn't good enough. Aidan never was satisfied with what he knew, he always wanted to find out more. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

Amelia sighed as she saw her ‘buddy’ from the perfect corridor come in. Merlin, help her she didn’t want to deal with this. She could just sick Claire on her, if anyone could annoy a person to death it was Claire. Talking about her sister, she walked in. Claire sat down next to her sister and smiled at her. She didn’t fell as alone with Claire here; she expected that Drew was ditching Transfiguration once again. She didn’t care, it was his life not hers.

“Please tell me when this over. I think I’m going to die,” said Amelia as her head fell down on the table “I hate being Perfect.” She really wanted to cry at the moment but wouldn’t. She wasn’t meant to take on so much stress. “You’re fine Amelia. Dad said if you have to just release that nasty knowledge of jinxes and hexes you have. Mum said to remember that you’re not just a Macmillan but a Bones also. So do whatever you think is right and make them proud in other words,” Claire smiled at her sister. She had actually been nice since the accident. Claire was like a new person. “You’re the best sister ever,” she cooed hugging Claire. Claire pushed her away as class started.

Amelia was debating just shouting out answers just for the heck of it but didn’t. She’d save that for the next question. You can’t learn if you don’t have fun learning it. It’s not like she wasn’t scared of detentions.

Kingsley smiled slightly as Higurashi answered the question. She was almost right, but with one small mistake. "Good job, Miss Higurashi, you got three out of four correct. Ten points to Gryffindor. However, you missed out Transformation, the art of altering a body," he replied. As a demonstration, Shacklebolt, with a casual flick of his arm, transformed his chair into sofa. "And then, as you said, there is vanishment, making something go into non-being." Here, Kingsley made the table infront of him disappear. "Next is Conjuration, creating something out of nothing." Kingsley waved his wand, causing a fancier table to appear in front of him. "Lastly, untransfiguration." Kingsley concluded the demonstration by using untransfiguration to transform his sofa back into a chair.

"Today we will cover the basics of Transformation. This lesson, and indeed the whole course, will be mostly practical. Unlike Charms, each branch of Transfiguration has only one main spell, so we won't have to waste our time memorizing thousands of spells. It will all depend on your creativity. Most transformation's can be performed with just one simple spell, can anyone tell me what this is?"
(Hint, you may want to check a certain Spell compendium)

Once the answer was given, Kingsley waved his wand to conjure a small metal ball and a plain and large metal box in front of every student. "Your assignment in this lesson is to use transformation, and only transformation, to somehow open the metal box and bring me the toy Pygmy Puff inside. You can transfigure both objects, though it will be far more difficult to transfigure the box. I would suggest to transfigure the ball into something that will help you open the safe, but you are free to try anything."

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Points:
For attendance:
Gryffindor: 25
Hufflepuff: 15
Ravenclaw: 15
Slytherin: 20

For answers:
Gryffindor: 10

"Is the spell Minor Inanimate Transfiguration and the incarnation is Permuto?" said Amelia unsure it was the right spell. Over the years it was easy to confuse spells. She nudged Claire who rolled her eyes at her. She loved Transfiguration and felt like showing off.

She really didn’t know what to with the metal box and the ball. She wasn’t good with riddles and neither was Claire. This could take forever to figure out. “Permuto, Permuto,” said Amelia waving her wand a few times without any result. “Permuto,” she said as the ball transformed into a crow bar. She started to try to pry the box open. She ducked when she was pushing down so hard the crow bar flew out of hands to behind her. She went searching for the crow bar after it ran off.