....Seriously?

Just when she thought she could get away from having to do Transfiguration spells, here's one that pops right up in her favorite class, successfully making it...not her favorite class at the moment.

Instead of picking her wand back up to practice the spell, Evelyn took her time to write down notes and the actual spell, wand movement, and whatever was necessary to remember as she lightly tapped her toes in the flooded classroom water; enjoying the little splash sounds it was making. However, once she was done writing, even though she tried her hardest to make sure to get every letter as perfect in her neat cursive handwriting as possible, the Slytherin knew it was time to do the spell. Truebridge would probably be wondering why she was...still writing anyways.

Picking up her dark ash wand, she lazily drew oval shapes in the air before glancing over at Destiny when she did the spell. Denise?...

...BAHAHAHAHA! "Nice." A few snickers later however, the black eyed third year turned back to her own task. Or at least tried to. "It's your wand. It's going against you." she whispered to Destiny as she leaned over slightly to do so before straightening back up again. Rofl! "And it's going against you because you are eating too much chocolate..."

Hopefully, out of all the times Destiny took things seriously...that she would this time.

Now, onto the spell. Cuurruuugula ingenius. Whaat in the world was the spell again? Looking back in her notes, Evelyn almost rolled her eyes at herself when she saw she was waaay off. Right. Cucurbita intaglio. "Que-cur-bit-uh In-tal-io. That is sooo not random..." Why did these spells have to be so weird? Yeesh!

"Cucurbita intaglio." she said a split second after she tried sounding it out, creating the long oval shaped wand movement in the air as well. She was expecting some kind of mutated vegetable to be on her desk, but surprisingly...there was a cucumber. Waaait, there just HAS to be something wrong. She never did these spells without there something wrong on the first try. Rolling it over....

She didn't know whether to laugh or sigh in frustration. "Denise?" Perhaps, she should think of her own name next time.