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sweetpinkpixie · 09-30-2016, 03:06 AM

...do not expect you all to do this successful today...

Well, that was certainly a relief. Paige could survive with low expectations in this subject.

Muttering the spell to herself a few more times, her mind began to race thinking about which branch of transfiguration this particular spell belonged to - mostly in an attempt to narrow things down and reminding herself that among the branches this was one that she was at least moderately capable of accomplishing.

Breathe, Skeeter, just breathe.

Thinking about feather's, snowy owl ones to be precise, Paige repeated the incantation a few more times sans wand - once again procrastinating the actual execution of the spellwork...and she certainly was NOT looking around the classroom to see who was successful. It would only make matters worse.

After another long and shaky few inhales and exhales, Paige picked her wand up and held it above the back of her left hand. If she could just get it to work there and perhaps leave a trail along her fingers...maybe just the back of her hand...focus just on ONE spot and not get ahead of herself...

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand another breath.

"Mutare pellem," she squeaked softly, waving her wand over her hand once she had a clear visual in place. To her delight, initially anyway, her skin began to tingle where the spell hit and the Hufflepuff actually allowed herself to be optimistic...a bit too prematurely. In another few moments, her skin was bubbling as though she had taken polyjuice potion - a poorly brewed one at that - and the tingling feeling was more like slamming her hand against a cactus. Silent horror drained her face of color.

Oh...dear...Merlin....

09-30-2016, 03:06 AM	#89 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,148 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf ...do not expect you all to do this successful today... Well, that was certainly a relief. Paige could survive with low expectations in this subject. Muttering the spell to herself a few more times, her mind began to race thinking about which branch of transfiguration this particular spell belonged to - mostly in an attempt to narrow things down and reminding herself that among the branches this was one that she was at least moderately capable of accomplishing. Breathe, Skeeter, just breathe. Thinking about feather's, snowy owl ones to be precise, Paige repeated the incantation a few more times sans wand - once again procrastinating the actual execution of the spellwork...and she certainly was NOT looking around the classroom to see who was successful. It would only make matters worse. After another long and shaky few inhales and exhales, Paige picked her wand up and held it above the back of her left hand. If she could just get it to work there and perhaps leave a trail along her fingers...maybe just the back of her hand...focus just on ONE spot and not get ahead of herself... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand another breath. "Mutare pellem," she squeaked softly, waving her wand over her hand once she had a clear visual in place. To her delight, initially anyway, her skin began to tingle where the spell hit and the Hufflepuff actually allowed herself to be optimistic...a bit too prematurely. In another few moments, her skin was bubbling as though she had taken polyjuice potion - a poorly brewed one at that - and the tingling feeling was more like slamming her hand against a cactus. Silent horror drained her face of color. Oh...dear...Merlin.... __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like