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Benzi watched closely as the teacher performed the spell. Simple. Easy, even. Benzi was confident. This was Transfiguration. He HAD to be good at it.
Standing from his seat at the front of the classroom, Benzi shuffled behind others as he went to grab a rabbit, trying not to stroke it too much as he sat back down again, instead choosing to pat its head so that it wouldn't just hop away.
A question suddenly occurred to him, and he bit his lip. Mummy would be able to answer this question, surely. But she wasn't here. She'd probably want him to ask this rabbit hating teacher instead of her. So he raised his hand.
"Professor, what does it feel like to be transfigured?"
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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