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sweetpinkpixie · 05-19-2026, 12:13 PM

Mortification arrived in stages, as it turned out.

First came the sharp metallic clink clink clink of at least three immobilized clips still attached stubbornly to various surfaces nearby. Then came Rory holding one up that had apparently launched itself directly into her hair and giggling at her (read: Rory was not really do so, but in the moment Iris' assessment failed her). And finally — most catastrophically of all — came Professor Voss sounding not irritated, but intellectually fascinated by the entire disaster.

Iris could feel heat flooding her face as she very carefully avoided looking at anyone directly for several seconds, shoulders drawing inward a fraction behind the curtain of strawberry blonde hair slipping forward over one side of her face. There was something uniquely horrifying about having her magical overthinking dissected aloud with clinical accuracy in front of the class.

Of course her magic had tried to solve twelve problems simultaneously... because she had been trying to solve twelve problems simultaneously.

A rogue clip by her foot chomped down on her shoelace.

"Oh, for Morgana's sake," the sixth year muttered beneath her breath, horrified anew.

Still, despite herself, there was a small spark of vindication beneath the embarrassment too. Professor Voss had not dismissed the spell as sloppy or careless. Unfocused, certainly. Overextended, but not incompetent. And Iris understood the distinction well enough for it to matter ― just not enough for the color of her cheeks to overpower her freckles.

Her gaze flicked briefly toward Harvey when he offered the encouraging nod, and she managed a faint, sheepish sort of smile in return ― at least he wasn't laughing, she supposed ― just before another immobilized clip detached itself from somebody's sleeve and dropped onto the desk with a tiny metallic tick.

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

And then Professor Voss unleashed her inner Cornish pixie and unleashed chaos upon the classroom.

Iris startled visibly as parchment exploded upward into the air and books crashed violently somewhere to her left, instinctively ducking slightly when a quill launched overhead trailing ink like a dying comet. For one suspended second, her brain attempted to catalog every problem simultaneously — the lantern, the water, the glass container, the collapsing desk, the cabinet, the parchment storm — and immediately threatened to repeat the exact mistake she had just made.

Her eyes snapped toward the leaking basin instead, tracking the steady spread of water toward the abandoned satchel. At first she thought about transfiguring a barrier around the bag, but it took her another half second to consider that she was solving the wrong layer of a problem entirely.

Containment was useful, but fixing the actual crack would be smarter. This was not actually that different from helping her uncle deal with cracked cauldrons after particularly catastrophic experiments.

Her eyes dropped immediately toward the immobilized clips still littering her desk, fingers scooping two of them into her palm as her thoughts narrowed to something absorbent and something to reinforce. Which was technically more than one issue at a time but at least it wasn't 12.

"Exigo Mutatio," Iris cast firmly, wand cutting cleanly downward toward the clip.

The first clip softened and expanded rapidly into a narrow strip of yellow sponge, which Iris promptly jammed into the wider portions of the crack with her fingers in an attempt to slow the leak from the inside. The second flattened into a dense strip of dark gray putty that sagged over her fingertips before she pressed it firmly across the fracture to seal it, smoothing the edges as much as possible over the basin to make sure it stuck.

Honestly, Reparo would have handled the situation far more elegantly and efficiently.

But considering Professor Voss had very intentionally engineered the lesson around Transfiguration... here they were.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,361 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth 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 Mortification arrived in stages, as it turned out. First came the sharp metallic clink clink clink of at least three immobilized clips still attached stubbornly to various surfaces nearby. Then came Rory holding one up that had apparently launched itself directly into her hair and giggling at her (read: Rory was not really do so, but in the moment Iris' assessment failed her). And finally — most catastrophically of all — came Professor Voss sounding not irritated, but intellectually fascinated by the entire disaster. Iris could feel heat flooding her face as she very carefully avoided looking at anyone directly for several seconds, shoulders drawing inward a fraction behind the curtain of strawberry blonde hair slipping forward over one side of her face. There was something uniquely horrifying about having her magical overthinking dissected aloud with clinical accuracy in front of the class. Of course her magic had tried to solve twelve problems simultaneously... because she had been trying to solve twelve problems simultaneously. A rogue clip by her foot chomped down on her shoelace. "Oh, for Morgana's sake," the sixth year muttered beneath her breath, horrified anew. Still, despite herself, there was a small spark of vindication beneath the embarrassment too. Professor Voss had not dismissed the spell as sloppy or careless. Unfocused, certainly. Overextended, but not incompetent. And Iris understood the distinction well enough for it to matter ― just not enough for the color of her cheeks to overpower her freckles. Her gaze flicked briefly toward Harvey when he offered the encouraging nod, and she managed a faint, sheepish sort of smile in return ― at least he wasn't laughing, she supposed ― just before another immobilized clip detached itself from somebody's sleeve and dropped onto the desk with a tiny metallic tick. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. And then Professor Voss unleashed her inner Cornish pixie and unleashed chaos upon the classroom. Iris startled visibly as parchment exploded upward into the air and books crashed violently somewhere to her left, instinctively ducking slightly when a quill launched overhead trailing ink like a dying comet. For one suspended second, her brain attempted to catalog every problem simultaneously — the lantern, the water, the glass container, the collapsing desk, the cabinet, the parchment storm — and immediately threatened to repeat the exact mistake she had just made. Her eyes snapped toward the leaking basin instead, tracking the steady spread of water toward the abandoned satchel. At first she thought about transfiguring a barrier around the bag, but it took her another half second to consider that she was solving the wrong layer of a problem entirely. Containment was useful, but fixing the actual crack would be smarter. This was not actually that different from helping her uncle deal with cracked cauldrons after particularly catastrophic experiments. Her eyes dropped immediately toward the immobilized clips still littering her desk, fingers scooping two of them into her palm as her thoughts narrowed to something absorbent and something to reinforce. Which was technically more than one issue at a time but at least it wasn't 12. "Exigo Mutatio," Iris cast firmly, wand cutting cleanly downward toward the clip. The first clip softened and expanded rapidly into a narrow strip of yellow sponge, which Iris promptly jammed into the wider portions of the crack with her fingers in an attempt to slow the leak from the inside. The second flattened into a dense strip of dark gray putty that sagged over her fingertips before she pressed it firmly across the fracture to seal it, smoothing the edges as much as possible over the basin to make sure it stuck. Honestly, Reparo would have handled the situation far more elegantly and efficiently. But considering Professor Voss had very intentionally engineered the lesson around Transfiguration... here they were. __________________ 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