 #1 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
Honestly the lack of response to his answer had left him baffled, like... was he on the right track?
Yes?
No?
Was he purposefully being looked over? Was it because he in fact did suck at transfiguration??? ... it was hard to tell, and while he felt stung by the lack of attention, he quickly recovered, instead becoming indifferent to the whole thing. In fact, note taking could wait until he got back to his dorms, he'd rely on the text book... effort right now, was just not going to happen.
Ichihara's hand clapping got his attention eventually, and so it signalled the beginning of an activity. Right. He supposed he could engage with that. Naturally he was a little disappointed that indecent shapes weren't permitted, and that spit was the weakest form they could choose. Boo. Just boo. He was incredibly uninspired already.
Releasing a light sigh, Zeke did as told and collected for himself a lump of the clay.
Right.
So he was supposed to impregnate his DNA into it, too easy.
Deciding he wasn't going to cry in front of the whole class, the only option left, was hair. Hair from his head was easy enough, but instead he decided arm-hair might be more appropriate. After all, it was more painful, and therefore harder to give up... which would mean it was stronger, right?
Whatever.
Rolling up his sleeve he did just that, YANKED out a hair. He pressed it into the clay with his thumb, creating a semi-tunnel to conceal the hair, and with a good squeeze between his palms, he collapsed it. There. Hair in clay ball. For now though, he continued working the clay, rolling it, twisting it, massaging it... he wasn't sure what shape it would take, but it felt nice between his fingers.
__________________  |