| Mackled Malaclaw
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Sydney M. L. Masters
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Maddox B. Buchanan
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19  Yep, having the fishes comfortable was important. This was exactly the sort of thing her younger brother would agree on, she thought as she peered over at Ary with his gang of friends. Her attention diverted to a small student beside her who clearly also knew how to be kind to creatures. Or at least fishes. “Your fish friend is quite cute,’’ she whispered, giving Diego a smile. All of them were, now that she really took the time to study the bowls.
Carton’s had a wonderful combination that left the young violinist in awe. Perhaps someday she’d have an outfit with those colours for performances on stage. Her attention refocused on the little creature swimming before her. Oh yes, she had studied the little fish before her and had determined that he was quite a delight. Dy was also now thinking of getting one of these for the girlfriend as a present.
As for those questions, Dy raised her hand. “This one here seems quite content, professor, if I’m correct in assuming the slow steady pace at which its swimming correlates with contentment.” Dy squinted at the colourful fish as though asking it to confirm her words. “I think the physical traits would be most important, especially getting its gills right otherwise it wouldn’t survive.” The first hand Norman saw was Atreyu-Rehman’s. He nodded in reply. “Good observation, Miss Atreyu-Rehman,” he said, glancing at the fish swimming contently in the bowl. “Yes, it would be difficult to transfigure a fish without gills.” The image of a gill-less fish flailing about popped into his head; it was almost funny, in a sick way. Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Calliope stilled, her fingertip hovering just above the glass of the tank - the fish almost looking relieved as it swished this way and that - just long enough to betray that she’d heard him. For a moment she didn’t move - didn’t even blink - just let Maddox's words hang in the air between them like the bad omen he’d clearly assigned himself to be. She straightened and turned her head to look at him. Then, with deliberate slowness, she tapped the glass again...once...twice...maintaining unwavering eye contact. "Oh nooooooooooo," she deadpanned. "A fish ghost. However will I survive?" She turned back to the tank, watching the fish dart away from her touch. "Did your precious cards give you that tip?" she mused. "I don’t remember them warning me about that some ruddy school broom would try to full on murder me at tryouts. Guess your little deck of doom and gloom missed the actual catastrophe."
Calliope leaned back slightly in her chair, arms crossing as she eyed the fish in front of her with vague disinterest. It was small, twitchy, and - assuming Maddox's theory held any weight - potentially on the verge of becoming an aquatic poltergeist. Cool, sure, whatever. At Professor Carton’s question, she let the silence stretch just long enough to imply she wasn’t going to answer. Then, with a small sigh, she uncrossed her arms and propped her elbow on the table as one of her peers spoke up and mentioned the death of transfigured fish - something she was half sure wasn't even a real thing because magic like this couldn't actually create life, only mimic it - she paid attention and actually read the text, sometimes. "Oh noooo, more phantom fins," she murmured under her breath, giving Maddox's knee a knock with her own.
Calliope’s eyes drifted back to the fish bowl, but her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on the deck of tarot cards undoubtedly lurking somewhere in Maddox’s bag. A smirk played on her lips as an idea formed. Transfigure Maddox's tarot cards into wriggling, flopping around uselessly fish. She tapped the fishbowl again, this time more thoughtfully, as if considering the logistics of latest fantasy before. "Hey, Maddox," she whispered, voice low enough that the professor wouldn’t, hopefully, overhear. "Ever think about what your tarot cards would look like as fish? Because I have."
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Originally Posted by NiallNIP Maddox pretended as though he hadn't heard the professor's remark about the fish ghosts. Even if they weren't real, that didn't matter. He'd still tease Calliope about it—and she just kept tap-tap-tapping her way closer to a haunting. He just watched her and with a little smile as she went through her sang and dance response. Oh, she was bothered, and Maddox was eating it up. "Well, first off, you were nowhere near close to death. Broken leg as most," he said with a little shrug. "Second, you were just oh-so upset that I wasn't actually able to tell you more of what the card meant. The Fool reversed? It represents a false start, kind of. Not that you wouldn't make the team—although that was a possibility—but that it wouldn't be exactly what you thought going in. Sometimes it's a bad thing, sometimes it's just...different. The whole "recklessness" and "naďveté" thing sounds more dire than it might turn out to be. It just means...maybe you aren't expecting what the new beginning is going to bring." So, no, it didn't predict the broom incident. But Maddox had a feeling Calliope was blaming the broom a bit more than she should.
When Professor Carton asked his first question, Maddox didn't have anything he particularly wanted to add. Sorry. Not really. He rarely if ever answered a question. His M.O. in classes was get in, do the work, get out. Still did all the work, though, so no one was allowed to complain. At Calliope's jest he chuckled a little, and the small knee bump made him feel more at ease. Friendships were weird, he had decided. Specifically this one. "They're coming for you, Calliope..." he whispered back, sucking in his cheeks to make fish lips and putting his hands to the side of his face, turning them out and in to mimic gills. He got his face right up close to Calliope—the ghost fish were closing in, after all.
He heard Calliope's next thought before she had even said anything. He reached for his bag on the table and pulled it into his lap before she could get her full thought out. "No," he quipped, "and I wouldn't like to find out, either, thank you." As Norman searched the room for more hands in the air, he noticed Barrington tapping the fish bowl again and Robicheaux… making fish faces? He had no idea what that was about, though he heard the unmistakable murmur of students whispering. For the record, he didn’t mind when students didn’t answer his questions as long as they weren’t disruptive. He’d been teaching long enough to know that silence didn’t always mean inattentiveness. The glass tapping and whispering, however… that was a different story. “Miss Barrington and Mr. Robicheaux, continue your conversation on your own time,” he said firmly. That was the only warning he would give. “And stop tapping the glass. Next time I see it happen, it’s points loss.” That last bit applied to the whole class, not just the two young Slytherins. Quote:
Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline Nadia couldn’t help wondering just what role the fish in the bowl in front of her would be playing for class. Was it the aim of their future work? What they would be starting with? (Which always filled her with mixed feelings transfiguring living things to inanimate, even temporarily) Or would what they would be working on enhance the scene before each of them. Hearing Professor Carton speak again to start the lesson, Nadia straightened up to her full height having been carefully squatting to align her face to the bowl for a closer look since entering and taking a spot at one of the long tables. Not too close of course to scare the poor fella. It appeared the professor was interested in just what had been floating through her mind on their fishy companions.
She nodded in silent agreement to Dy’s answer on gills, agreeing with her twin as she thought on her own answers to the man’s questions. “The ability to float or have buoyancy in water seems important,” she remarked finally. “I don’t think you would try to transfigure a rock or something that would just fall heavily to the bottom of the bowl if it were dropping in into a fish.”
Here was an answer Norman hadn’t expected to hear! He nodded, smiling slightly. “Good thinking, Miss Atreyu-Rehman,” he replied. “Buoyancy is important, though with the right amount of concentration and visualization, you can transfigure a heavy object like a rock into a fish.” Quote:
Originally Posted by Granger Danger Nodding she looked at her fish and seen it was rather consent and happy in the beautiful fish tank it was swimming in. Studying it more, she noticed it liked doing like little like flips which made her giggle silently to herself that it was such a happy little fish. She looked at the size and color of the fish as well as the fins and gills that were blue and yellow. It reminded her of Flounder the the fish off the muggle movie the little mermaid. Taking notes of the color and the behavior of the fish she raised her hand.
'Well... I think it's movements would have something to do with it Professor as well as it's size, wouldn't want to have a desk with fins and gills that's not flipping around all happy and bubbly that'll be silly." Letting out a small giggle at her reply before letting out a small blush realizing she was. She hoped her answer wasn't stupid, that was her thoughts on how she seen her fish that was before her. Norman blinked, slightly taken aback by Moonstone’s giggling. Were the fish really that amusing? Her answer, however, earned an approving nod. “Yes, a fish without movement would be quite silly indeed,” he replied. “Very good, Miss Moonstone.” Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter
"Thanks!" Diego beamed. "Yours does too, do you think they could be friends?" He didn't have a gander, but his fish was definitely a lady betta fish.
Diego couldn't help how entranced he was with the fish. They looked like a nice betta fish, full of red with sprinkles of blue and white on their coat. He probably could've spent more time listening to the answers his classmates were responding than coming up with a name. Sparkle.. His smile grew, before he realized that he should probably participate in the lesson as he raised his hand to add.
"The fish, which I naming Sparkle, is quite beautiful with the sprinkles of blue and white on its red coat and she seems to be enjoying the view." As she swam around looking at each of the faces looking back at her. "I also think the most important parts of the fish would be its coat and appearance. Since they can look so vibrant and unique, replicating that would be challenging." But he sure would give it his best to try.
Norman’s bluish-green eyes lingered on Melo-Drsamer for a moment. The boy seemed so absorbed in watching the fish that he didn’t expect an answer to the question. When he did get an answer, he smiled slightly. “That’s a nice name,” he replied. “And yes, capturing the fish’s unique appearance requires careful visualization. Thank you, Mr. Melo-Dreamer.”
Norman’s eyes scanned the room one more time in search of hands in the air, Seeing none, he took it as his cue to move on. “Excellent answers, everyone,” he addressed the group. “As Mr. Melo-Dreamer pointed out, each fish is unique in its appearance - and in its behavior, to some degree. Despite the fishes’ diversity, there are some common traits they all share: their gills, their buoyancy, their movement. Also, if you look closely, you’ll notice they’re all about the same size. They have the same eye shape and the same scale texture.”
With a flick of his wand, a list of the traits appeared on the blackboard behind him. “These common traits are the most important ones to consider when recreating a fish with transfiguration. One way to do that is the spell Piscifors. This is a transformation spell that turns small objects into fish.”
He paused a moment to allow time for the information to sink in before continuing, “To cast, point your wand at the intended target and say the incantation, PISK-i-fors. Like this…”
He aimed his wand at a pebble in the bottom of the fish bowl on his desk, taking care to avoid the fish already swimming around. “Piscifors!” he cast. A flash of blue light emitted from his wand, and an instant later, another red and blue fish nearly identical to the first appeared.
With another flick of his wand, the spell information appeared on the board. “Take a quick moment to practice that incantation and the wand movement too, if you like. We’ll move on in ten minutes.”
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Originally Posted by Blackboard Common fish traits
Gills
Buoyancy
Movement
Size
Eye shape
Scale texture
Piscifors
Pronunciation: PISK-i-fors
Wand movement: point at target
Light: blue
Use: transformation spell; turns target into fish OOC: Sorry for the slight delay! The mini activity starts here. For this, your student needs to practice the incantation and wand movement for Piscifors. You’ll have 36-48 HOURS for this. 
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