Prickly was the only word Amur could think of that would describe the atmosphere of the classroom. Of course, there was hardly anyone here yet, and that might have been why the Professor looked so grouchy. One would have thought, that given she was not teaching beside Professor Quigley, that she might have looked a bit happier.

Or perhaps, she missed teaching with him. Or perhaps, she had read that book and wasn't pleased. Or perhaps .... perhaps perhaps perhaps.

But whatever the case was, the Professor got a grin from Amur. After all, this was the Professor that had taught them to make dragons. And that resulted in huge bonus points in Amur's books, even if she did look incredibly grouchy.

"Hello Professor." She tried not to be too chipper as she picked out a desk and slid her backpack onto the chair. What was it this time? Standing? Right, so she stood and drummed her fingers off the back of the chair.

What were they going to convert today? She could hardly wait.

It was time for Bambi's No. 1 Most Favourite Subject, taught by Bambi's No. 1 Most Unpleasant teacher. It was unfortunatey really, as Bambi had gotten along fabulously with her old transfig teacher and had really craved that with Professor Bellaire. But, alas, it was not meant to be.

Having taken extra special care with her appearance this morning, Bambi walked into the classroom and made a beeline for her customary seat on the second row. "Good morning Professor," yes, she'd finally given in to this peculiar Hogwartian custom of speaking and greeting the professors before the lessons, and gave the woman a polite nod of her head. You like you sucked a particularly sour lemon this morning, she added in her head and bit her lip. She didn't normally mind grouchy professors but this was TRANSFIGURATION and she LOVED Transfiguration. It made her smile and happy and it was awesome, she didn't like that the Professor teaching it always looked like there was an unpleasant smell under her nose.

Sighing, Bambi took out her books and waited for more people to come in.

It was super duper early, yo. Adi was used to early morning lessons but still... couldn't this one today have started a bit later? Before leaving the common room, he had made sure his uniform, shoes, badge and hair were all neat and trim (the latter not so much).

"Helloooo, good morning, Professor,'' the Hufflepuff told Bellaire as he arrived at the classroom. Catching a look at the woman's expression, he flattened his hair a bit more. Gosh, she didn't look particularly happy. Well, she looked more stern than usual. Yeah that was a better way to put it. But she got a tiny smile before the boy went off to get a seat.

Adi nodded to the girls present there (Amur and Bambi) before selecting a desk and chair for himself but remained standing.

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It was time for Bambi's No. 1 Most Favourite Subject, taught by Bambi's No. 1 Most Unpleasant teacher. It was unfortunatey really, as Bambi had gotten along fabulously with her old transfig teacher and had really craved that with Professor Bellaire. But, alas, it was not meant to be.

Having taken extra special care with her appearance this morning, Bambi walked into the classroom and made a beeline for her customary seat on the second row. "Good morning Professor," yes, she'd finally given in to this peculiar Hogwartian custom of speaking and greeting the professors before the lessons, and gave the woman a polite nod of her head. You like you sucked a particularly sour lemon this morning, she added in her head and bit her lip. She didn't normally mind grouchy professors but this was TRANSFIGURATION and she LOVED Transfiguration. It made her smile and happy and it was awesome, she didn't like that the Professor teaching it always looked like there was an unpleasant smell under her nose.

Sighing, Bambi took out her books and waited for more people to come in.

Her uniform was perfectly clean and neat, her nails were perfectly manicured and polished, her pumps were already polished, her hair was perfectly braided, and she just put some natural make up with her coral lipstick. Bianca then walked entering the transfiguration classroom and gave a polite greeting to Bellaire. "Good day, Professor." She nodded.

The professor seemed like she was in bad mood. Well, Bellaire had a reputation for being the most unfriendly teacher for the entire universe but today she looked more unpleasant than before. Even the board was empty. She walked to the desk where there was a fellow seventh year. "This seat isn't taken, is it?" She asked to the girl. "Looks like somebody was in a foul mood today." She talked in lower voice. Transfiguration was a cool and fun subject, despite of the foul teacher. Just hoped that this Bellaire wouldn't ruin the fun and humiliate them like the earlier lesson. The brunette girl still remembered the first rules of Bellaire's class: NO SITTING unless the class had begun. So she just stood beside the desk and waited.

You never get use to early classes. You just have to deal with them and not yawn. Because that was impolite to this Professor and probably many more. Hmm..well Bellaire looked normal to Dante. Serious. Yeah that is the word he would use.

"Hello, Ma'am"

Greeting done. Now that was left to do was stand by his desk and be given the honor of sitting down. Nothing wrong with that. Gentleman and all. He was making no sense. Okay, yeah time to think about happy things. Like seeing people epicly slip and fall or wipe out on their bike or skateboard.

Those are funny because they happen to Dante also.

“Good morning Professor!” No matter how grumpy Professor Bellaire was, Ethan thought that it was not enough reason to be scared, intimidated, or mirror her present disposition. Every one gets that kind of day from time to time anyway, and since it’s not his business to know why she’s all grumpy pants that morning, the Slytherin opted to wear a cheerful grin on his face as he said his greeting, and entered the classroom.

As usual, the place was tidy...but very blank. Oookay then. Ethan picked the table behind Adi, and greeted the boy as he passed by him. “Goodmorning, Prefect Rehman.” Ethan got his satchel off of his shoulder and placed it on the chair in front of him. The Slytherin adjusted his green and silver tie, as he stood behind his desk, waiting for the rest of the students to arrive.

8am wasn't too awful, not when you were a bouncing crazy bundle of energy and needed HARDLY ANY SLEEP. Which was basically Toby right now. He rocked up at the Transfiguration classroom with the kind of pep you'd expect from someone who could run three marathons back to back. He remembered to flatten down his hair and straighten his tie before entering the classroom, thank Merlin, and then entered the room with a bounce well and truly in his step.

"Gooood morning, Professor Bellaire!" the Hufflepuff greeted the professor cheerily, heading straight over to his usual desk and standing behind the chair and fidgeting on the spot. His hands went from hanging by his sides, to folded over his chest, to clasped behind his band, and finally to the back of the chair he was stood behind. Gosh, couldn't. keep. still.

As many times as she had attended early morning lessons you would think that she would have grown accustomed to it, but she hadn't. Trying her best not to yawn, she made her way into the classroom. AJ made sure to be all neat because Bellaire was on a whole different level of crazy. "Good morning, professor." Or maybe not. No need to linger.

Adi and Ethan were here and they both got smiles. She would have spoke and waved, but she was told off last time for doing so. AJ chose a seat by the boyfriend and remained standing. No Quigley here to battle her over sitting or standing. What were they going to be doing? Everything was bare in the classroom. AJ's vote was for sleeping.

Hady gave a simple nod of her head towards the Professor in quiet greeting upon entering the room. It was quiet and empty. That's what the second year noticed first. There was nothing around to give any clue as to what they would be working on today. It didn't bother her though.

Making her way to her desk she gave a small wave of her hand to each of her friends. Greetings aside Hady sat down silently placing her bag at her feet and removing her usual things setting them on her desk. There was nothing left to do but wait for class to start.

Professor Bellaire shifted position just slightly as the students continued to file in. Due to some serious time constraint she was hoping to keep to a tight schedule with this lesson, which meant she could afford zero distractions.

"Good morning Miss Neverwinter."

And another entered. Sophia continued her routine of inspecting the student to ensure that she was properly dressed for class, and since she was, she received a nod in return.

"Good morning Miss Fleming."

Hufflepuffs had an extra dose of happy built into them didn't they? She suspected this was so after all her time here. But he was properly dressed for class and seemed to be one of the better behaving students so he received a nod in return.

"Good morning Mr. Rehman."

Was that a thing? Were they allowed to wear make up to school? Back in her day, that was not a thing but children these days grew up way too fast and not in the right way either, but the student was well groomed and that was as far as her concerns went with students in her class....initially anyways.

"Good morning Miss Rush."

Was it weird that this one was her favourite? There was nothing exceptionally exceptional about his work in transfiguration but the child had heart and something about him was refreshing. He reminded her of a past student...Mr. Kingsley. She could work with him.

"Good morning Mr. Barrington."



See the thing was children was how easy most of them got over tragic events. If one didn't know that one of their peers had been tragically murdered and half eaten you could not have guessed. The student was around his age wasn't he? Sophia shook her head.

"Good morning Mr. Mordaunt."

Sophia's eyes widened a bit when Tobias entered the classroom sprinkling rainbows and sunshine everywhere. What did she say about HUfflepuffs? Maybe there was something in the food that the house elves were serving at there table. There was no way someone woke up with sunshine and rainbows coming out of their eyes and ears.

"Good morning...." She said following to his seat with her eyes.

Sophia watched this one. Nope, today was not the morning for chattering or arguments over rules that she established in her classroom. She didn't suppose anyone wanted to try her today though and she really hoped they wouldn't.

"Good morning Miss Valentine."

Noooooooooooooope. Nope nope. She didn't see that. A student had not just walked into her classroom and casually taken a seat like it was a sunny Sunday evening at the park.

Professor Bellaire closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Really..she would give this child 10 seconds to come to her senses or for someone to inform her that she was breaking rule numero uno.

Bellaire had that look on her face. You know the one... it was the special one that was reserved for eating children. AJ's eyes followed her gaze and noticed that Hady was sitting down.

Oh no. Oh no. Hady, get up. You were about to be gobbled up by the beast herself. Without thinking about herself, she walked over to her Slytherin friend. "You can't sit until the professor gives you the okay." She knew Hady had to of known that, but with it being so bloody early in the morning it made sense that she would forget. Leaning in to whisper she added "Or else she will EAT you. Aj took extra precautions to make sure Bellaire couldn't hear her.

Angel walked into the classroom and smiled. "Hi Professor." Angel looked at the Professor. "How are you today?" Angel decided she might as well ask if the Professor was okay before she went to her seat.

Angel walked over to her seat and stood over it, she saw Hady had already sat down. She decided to whisper to her friend. "You shouldn't be sat down until the Professor tell you." Angel then stood behind her seat waiting to see what they were going to do.

If there was one thing that was certain in situations like this, was that it was good to have allies. And the Hufflepuff (Adi) not only looked happy, but had acknowledged the presence of other students with a nod. And he was wearing a badge. Three plus points to make an unofficial alliance.

So, while the Professor was greeting the other students, Amur took the opportunity to discretely shuffle a few desks over. She gave the boy a return nod as she replaced her bag at the new desk.

And then she caught it. The near-twitching eye that the Professor was giving. Blinking, she tried to follow her gaze and see what it was that might have ignited her wrath. Happy student, happy student, happy student, sitting student, happy student ----

Amur's head snapped back and she blinked at Hady. Had the little Slytherin not been present during the faceoff between Bellaire and Quigely? Glancing between the two of them, Amur determined it was best to try and do something.

Before she had the opportunity to decide what that would be however, two other students came to the rescue. Good team work!

Shifting her weight, she watched the Professor warily. Perhaps, if need be, she could turn something into a dragon as a distraction. Mind you, there were probably less dangerous and more effective distractions that could be utilized. She put her mind to thinking of several, for present or future use.

Eden hated coming to this class so incredibly much. But last few classes with Bellaire had been all RIGHT. So maybe this one would be okay, too? MAYBE? She slipped inside, having actually brushed her hair before this class, and waved at Bambi, AJ, Toby, and Ethan. Hi, all you lovely peoples.

Bambi was sitting next to that Bianca girl Eden had made acquaintances with in the loo once, so she decided to just...grab another seat. And...not sit down yet. She examined her fingernails and..oh.

Right.

"Good day, Professor," she said, quite enthusiastically. Meh. She thought Bellaire looked fussy about something....was someone SITTING? Tsk, tsk. Eden remembered her FIRST Bellaire class and..she had lost points.

Whoops.

After what had happened in Bellaire's office, Ben wasn't exactly looking forward to the latest transfiguration class. No eating occured before the early lesson as his stomach was in knots. The fifth year had even made a point to be extra, EXTRA attentive to his appearance to not give the woman any more she could come down on him about. And then he slipped into the transfiguration class when it was time, taking in the scene before him.

Bellaire was there of course, looking none to happy and welcoming as she stood with her arms folded. Adi, Angel and AJ were also there but Benny couldn't let himself relax in the presence of his friends. "Hello Professor Bellaire," he greeted politely, having decided he did not want to be rude by simply staying quiet the whole class which had been his original plan, speaking only to cast what they needed to practice and learn. That being done, he chose a desk and stood stock still beside it to await permission to sit.

Time for another Transfiguration lesson. I mean Bellaire wasn't one of his favorite professor's. She was quite intimidating if he says so himself. As he entered the classroom, he looked up to see the one and only Bellaire sitting at her desk.

GULP.

He smiled and waved to her. "Hello Professor Bellaire. I trust you are well." he greeted her politely. He waited to be seated because a few times he had been docked points for doing that. He didn't even dare take out his sketchbook. He waited there quietly and wondered what they were going to do today.

Adrienne would NEVER get used to these morning lessons. Never. As much as she loved Transfiguration, and was actually quite a fan of Professor Bellaire (not that she'd ever admit it, of course), she couldn't stand having to be up and more importantly thinking at this time of day.

"G'morning, Professor," she mumbled, rubbing her nose sleepily. At the sight of her stern-looking teacher, she immediately straightened out her robes a bit and pulled her slightly dishevelled-looking curly hair back into a tight ponytail before she wandered to a desk and dumped her backpack on the floor next to it.

And oh look, some snake kid was sitting down. There was always one, wasn't there? A loud exhale and a smirk were as close to a chuckle as she could muster (she was tired, okay?), because if someone couldn't discern from the fact that the entire rest of the class was standing that they should too, well, they deserved whatever chewing-out they got.

Norah paused to smooth her hair down before entering the Transfiguration classroom, inspecting her robes for anything imperfect 'cause she did not need Professor Bellaire biting her head off first thing in the morning, nope. She'd EVEN brushed her hair. That was a big deal. Big big big deal. Even after officially being on this planet for 14 whole years she still forgot always sometimes 'cause who liked hair brushing anyways.

The third year gave Professor Bellaire the most respectfulest smile she could muster and said, "Good morning, Professor." She chose a desk smack in the middle of the middle row, which seemed like the safest spot, and stood by it. Could everyone get here so they could sit down puh-leeez? This rule didn't even make sense anyways.

Right outside the classroom, Lux paused for a moment so that she could give herself the once over. Everything needed to be perfect and that was always a struggle when class was SO early. Her robes looked immaculate, and her hair got a smoothing over so that no strands were out of place.

That sorted, Lux walked inside...to see a grumpy looking Bellaire. Wow. The woman looked stern at the best of times, so this was rather worrying. She didn't want to get into trouble so best make sure to be on her very best behaviour. "Good morning, Professor Bellaire," she said as she went to stand where she was supposed to. Her friends didn't even get waves because she was worried it might get her into trouble for socializing.

Something was wrong. Very very wrong and at first Hady couldn't quite put a finger on the problem. All she knew was the Professor was angry and the look on her face seemed to be directed at her. At first she wasn't sure why and then it clicked just at the very same time AJ walked to her and told her she shouldn't be sitting...oh and now Angel was telling her the same. She gave a tiny nod to both her friends as she slipped out of her seat and pushed the chair in moving to stand behind it. "Sorry Professor..." Hady appologised quietly lifting her gaze to meet the professors as she spoke.

What the heck was wrong with her lately? Why was she making such stupid foolish mistakes this year? The snakette let out a small sigh as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Being tired, stressed and maybe not feeling well wasn't a good enough excuse. Not when she knew the rules from last year...it's not like this was her very first lesson. She'd made a stupid mistake and wasn't thinking clearly so whatever happened she'd accept it.

Could everyone just stop looking at her now please? She could sense that they all noticed and that was bugging her now too. Hady dropped her gaze to the desktop waiting silently.

Right. Trans, he wasn't the quickest when it came to the subject, it was complicated in ways that his usually quick mind couldn't quite grasp and honestly it frustrated Damien that this didn't come easily to him.

Things usually did.
Or, they used to, since coming to Hogwarts his life had become infinitely more complicated, which brought him back to the current subject of Transfiguration. Damien brushed his fingers through his hair, smoothing it out needlessly before entering the classroom looking as impeccable as he always did.

"Morning Professor." Damien politely said, giving Bellaire an equally polite nod that he hardly felt she deserved, but whatever, he was being good, not causing problems, keeping his head down. Would Rorie be here today? He didn't see rainbow hair anywhere... Maybe not...

Now it was time for Transfiguration.

Taking a deep breath, Simon paused outside for a little while and composed himself. He had practically spent the whole morning running around finishing up assignments. Entering the classroom, he gave Professor Bellaire a smile and a nod. "Good morning, Professor. How are you?"

After greeting her, he made his way over to where Ethan was sitting. "Morning Holmes," he said taking a seat right next standing next to his mate. Then he reached into his messenger bag, grabbing his notebook and quill.

The early hour of the day only bothered Brooklyn a little, and the tiny redhead hardly showed it. Not when she was headed to possibly her favorite class, and more than just possibly her favorite professor. She’d made absolutely sure every hair on her head was perfect, and her uniform was clean and tidy, no cat hairs on it at all, and carefully had made her way up to the sixth floor. She wasn’t about to risk falling into the icky swap or anything, and since she hadn’t found anyone willing to carry her, that meant being careful. In any case, she managed to arrive unscathed, and walked quietly into the classroom. Oblivious to the drama that had nearly happened moments before, yet she’d noticed how awkward Hady was acting as she made her way further into the classroom.

“Good morning, Professor Bellaire,” she said sweetly, picking a seat somewhere halfway between where Hady was standing and where Ethan was. Just in case there was going to be partner work later on in the lesson, she wanted to be strategically placed. Even if it meant she had to be around others as well, there was an understanding with them now. No hugs. Besides, Professor Bellaire looked like she would stop any hugs from happening anyhow. It meant she was definitely safe.

It wasn't because this lesson was so early. No, the reason for Agatha's gloomy mood was not that. The death of her housemate? Not quite either. Who cared about him anyway? Definitely not Agatha.

The fifth year's uniform was perfectly neat, as usual - especially for professor Bellaire's class -, but she didn't smile at the woman when she entered the classroom. "Good morning, professor." She still said politely before heading straight to the back of the classroom and standing behind one of the last desks.

...Sigh.