Transfiguration 1 -Let the Storm Rage On
 

As is per usual, Transfiguration class is one of the first lessons for the day. Yes, bright and early. Of course your professor doesn't wish to hear any complaints or see any yawning because you should all just be used to it by now.

When you enter the classroom, you notice that the desk and chairs are all neatly lined to the sides. The windows that would normally be wide open for the crisp morning breeze to wave through are closed and Professor Bellaire is standing by her desk waiting, wand in hand and scowl in place.

On the board is an outline of sorts.

Come in and follow protocol.

First lesson of the day. Transfiguration. Leah was actually looking forward to her first Transfiguration lesson of the new school year, and she was unusually bright-eyed and clear-minded as she entered the classroom (eeep! She was early!). And of course, she knew that Professor Bellaire did not like to see people yawning.

The second year walked to the professor's desk and said, "Good morning, Professor Bellaire! Hope you had a nice summer. And uh, in case you don't know, my name is Leah Abbott. Second year." She looked quite fierce today, or was it normal? Leah, walking towards a desk, scanned the board. Ice Menagerie Garden. Seems fun. She stood next to a desk in the middle near a window and waited for the lesson to begin.

West was early. And his uniform was tidy and straight of course because it was Bellaire. He'd made extra sure of being spotless since after she'd snapped him and Vesper in the library he didn't really want to draw her ire in any particular way.

.... and she was scowling.

"Good morning Professor Bellaire." the former captain greeted, and found a spot nearish the front. He stood and waited, looking around the room until his eyes settled on the board.

Ice menagerie?

.... ice sculpture stuff maybe? He was intrigued.

She was not sleepy. Nope, she wasn't. Who said that? Her eyes were feeling a little bit smaller was all. And all the way to the classroom, the blond willed them to open properly. She could do it. Seemed like being seventeen didn't mean she could wake up early whenever she went to sleep. Cassia was so going to sleep early today. Getting out of bed was so hard just a bit ago.

Though, by the time she got to the classroom, she had thankfully been able to look as refreshed as possible. And so she entered the classroom, and a chill ran through her body. An extra layer wouldn't have hurt. Too late however.

"Good morning, Professor," she greeted the woman who stood like it was sometime in the evening. How did she manage that?

As per usual, Nigel did not like classes this early. But Transfig was the exception since he actually liked this class. Nigel yawned before entering the room to get it out of his system. Though it is not like you can control the thing. They are contagious.

"Morning Professor"

Nigel stood/leaned against an open desk and waited to see how long it would take before she wrote her summer was fine on the board again. That was hilarious.

Oh look at that, Ice Menagerie. Sounds interesting.

Sophia was spinning her wand in her hand and looking intently at it when her first student walked in. She took a moment to inspect her attire before returning her attention to her wand.

She knew. It was her job to know.

"Good morning Miss Abbott. My summer was fine."


Same procedure. Sophia inspected West quickly and returned her attention to her wand, though she did pause her spinning.

"Good morning Mr. Odessa."

Cassie received a somewhat smile, well what it was, was an arrogant smirk. She was quite pleased to have both head boy and head girl from her former house.

"Good morning Ms. Somerlad. I trust you're well."

"Good morning Mr. Barrington. I'm going to ask that you stand straight and not lean. You're young you don't need support."

She slipped her wand back up her sleeve into her arm holster and folded her arms then looked between West and Nigel.

"I know you boys grow your hair because you're doing the band of dead kneazels thing, but I am going to insist that you pull it into a ponytail when coming to class. You are going to tuck said ponytail under so it's a stump. Otherwise you'll leave class with a high and tight."

"Good morning Lucy A First year."

Really, these parents should invest in wizard prep. Students needed prepping before they start official schooling.

Transfiguration was early as usual. Not that Adi minded. He felt well rested so he happily made his way to the classroom. "Good morning, Professor,'' Adi greeted cheerfully. There weren't many students present and he supposed a few might be hurriedly getting ready in their dorms.

Adi found a seat somewhere in the middle of the class but of course he didn't sit. The boy stood next to the desk, waiting patiently for Bellaire to give permission first.

Band of...

...?

West eyed Bellaire for a moment. He'd been wearing his hair long since he'd grown it out several years ago, and Nigel was much the same, so why now? She'd been teaching them both for literal years and it hadn't been a problem before. Actually, the hair predated the band for both of them. He shot a quick look at Nigel, somewhat amused, and then returned his attention to Bellaire.

"I don't mind tying my hair back, Professor." But if the girls could have non-stumpy hair, then why couldn't he? He tied his hair back, not at all bothered by that part at least, but didn't tuck nothing. No stumpy hair for West Odessa, but it was tidy at least, and had been slicked back before he'd arrived so no wild strands out of place either.

You would think being off to the side of the room. You would would not told off for leaning against a desk. Wonder if she would have said the same thing last term. Things to ponder. But apparently since he was early, he could not even get that luxury. If it was one.

Kneazels.......


Oh, their band and what was that that about their hair. It was a tiny bit amusing. Since his and West's haisr has been long for ages now. But..that was a threat. A threat against his beautiful hair. "I don't mind putting it in a ponytail and a high and tight is not necessary" Ever. It was just the stump he had a problem with. But it is not like he is going to say anything.

She threatened his hair.

Toby was now very much used to the standards that Professor Bellaire expected in her classroom. He was very glad it was one of the first lessons of the day, too, because his restless self wouldn't have the time to end up looking all scruffy thanks to the perpetual motion thing. He'd stopped in the boy's bathroom just before getting here, making sure his uniform was still on straight and his hair was tidy (though he'd showered after his morning run, so it had no reason not to be), and now headed into the classroom.

"G'morning Professor Bellaire," Toby said brightly as he entered, heading to his usual spot at the side of the classroom, over by one of the closed windows. There was no chair or desk to stand behind so Toby merely stood there. He found himself tapping his hands against his legs and quickly moved his hands so they were clasped behind his back, not wanting to irritate the professor. One knee was already lightly bouncing, and Toby did his best to keep the movement as discreet as possible, chewing anxiously on his lip as he did so. He almost seemed to give off the air that he was trembling, though that was favourable, if you asked him.

Professor Bellaire gave the boy a nod and a once over. "Good morning."

Sophia raised her eyebrow and looked at both West and Nigel before slipping her wand from her holster. So they were under the impression that it mattered whether or not they minded.

"..Tuck the ponytails....." She tapped her wand in her hand middle as she looked at them and waited patiently.

Hmm?

Vesper had stopped just outside of the classroom to make sure everything was in order. Hair brushed, clothes straight, shoes shiny...but when she'd finally entered, Bellaire was threatening hair.

Well, it was obvious who's hair. Who else really had it? Her eyes found West and Nigel both. What was with the ponytails? And why were they being asked to...tuck them? Confusion. Yes, that's what her look entailed.

Not thinking much more about it, she casually strode over to the seat beside West and grinned. There was a grin for Nigel, too. Band people. Though, if Scan showed his face, she was NOT speaking to him...or even LOOKING in his direction. Nope. SO MUCH 'NOPE'.

"Good morning, Professor Bellaire." Her tone was all polite. She wouldn't still be sore at her for library related things, would she?

Bay walked into the transfiguration class room and stopped a few students there already, seeing the Professor out of the corner of his eye he started to speak with out really looking at her "Professor, good morning... I wanted to tell you about my Transfiguration OWL------" thats when he looked up to see her looking mad.. Wait was she actually scowling...gulp.

He didnt say any more as he moved his way to the other students to see he notice board... ice what??? He had no clue what it meant but he wasnt going to ask,
He was a little afraid.

Jasmine was up bright and early today, ready for her first Transfiguration class. She had heard that the Professor was a stickler for neatness so she made sure to double check her appearance before class. Arriving at the classroom, she was intending to intoduce herself to Professor Bellaire. Jasmine was not exactly encouraged by the look on the Professor's face.

On her way to finding a seat, Jasmine approached Professor Bellaire and said, "Good morning Professor". "My name is Jasmine Guidry. I'm new to Hogwarts and I'm really looking forward to your class." Moving on, she found an empty desk. Noticing that her classmates did not sit down, Jasmine stood by her desk and waited for further instructions.

"Good morning Mr. Tempus, Miss Bayliss." They both received the customary once over before her eyes were back on Nigel and West...

.......

Though...Toby's constant movements didn't escape her eyes. She turned to eye him briefly.

Sophia's eyes were wide in astonishment as a student walked into class and jumped into a very public discussion after his owls. She held up her hand and closed her eyes, then count to five. Only five.

"Have you lost your mind? Get out and re-enter properly."

Angel had been looking forwards to this class. "I'm Angel Valentine, First Year." Angel beamed at the Professor. "I hope that you had a great summer and I can't wait to learn more magic from my magic stick." Angel beamed she really couldn't wait to learn but she was confused about what was written on the board but decided she didn't want to look stupid, no one else was asking what it was.

Oh no..Transfiguration..

Not one of her strongest classes. And not not only that, Professor Bellaire certainly frightened the second year. It wasn't that she was absolutely terrible at Transfiguration, it was just, she was absolutely terrified of doing something wrong & getting yelled at by the scary Professor. Josie made sure her uniform was perfect, as well as her hair, as she made her way into the classroom. Her blue eyes settled right on the scowling Professor Bellaire.

…Oh dear...

She gulped a little bit, before clearing her throat as she spoke in a shaky soft tone, "G-Good morning, P-Professor B-Bellaire.." As if it wasn't any more obvious that she was terrified, she knew it was best not to show any other sign. Josie smiled politely before turning on her heels heading straight for a seat, placing her bum down instantly.

Nigel gave a look at West before thinking it would be the wisest course of action to just be quiet and do as she wants. Occam's Razor and all that. Nobody else entering the room seemed to be helping matters. If fact they seemed to only be making things worse.

So yeah, He put his hair into a ponytail and then tucked it.

It was not the best look. But he did not want a haircut from Bellaire. So he did not have much of a choice.

Bay's eyes widened wait what.. he had to leave and come back in.. thinking about it what did he do wrong… he left the class room.. "what was he supposed to do" he looked down his uniform was fine he was clean… he was just going to try to reenter and just stand there.. maybe not sitting down would be a good thing.

Walking back in he didn't look at the Professor but he kept his mouth shut and stood there.

Sophie caught most of what had been going on as she entered through the classroom door. She made a quick mental note of things.

- West and Nigel had to pull their hair back.
- Some girl got called by her name and her year, for some reason.
- That Gryffindor guy, who was just excited about his OWL, got yelled at and told to re-enter class.

Conclusion: Who died and left Bellaire to be Queen?

Sophie had always tried her hardest to respect the Transfiguration professor, but she did think her rules and procedures were a little out there and unnecessary. Didn't every teenager dislike something about the adults they were around, though? Shrug.

"Good morning, Professor Bellaire," she said, as she passed by the woman. Then she found a spot and stood waiting to be told to sit down.

Norah had been skipping down the hall until she reached the doorway of the transfiguration classroom and noticed from afar the scowl on the professor's face. She sure didn't look like she would condone skipping. Norah stood up straight and walked stiffly into the room with her shoulders squared. When she passed the professor's desk she gave her a meek smile and said, "Good morning, Professor Bellaire. My n-n-name is Norah Kittredge." Darn! Even after all her propriety she had still stuttered. She gave the professor another smile, hoping she simply hadn't noticed her stumble, and turned to take a seat at the front row of desks. She wondered offhandedly if Professor Bellaire was always so stern. Maybe she just wasn't a morning person. Nobody else seemed to be sitting, so she stood stiffly next to the desk waiting for instructions.

Norah's eyes fell on the board and she read the outline quickly. An ice menagerie? Sounds cool! She found her excitement surge back to her, and gave a discreet bounce or two. No matter how intensely the professor seemed to be scowling, at least the lesson would be cool!

Cris peeked in and was glad class hadn't started yet. He remembered Sander mentioning how Professor Bellaire particular was about cleanliness and etiquette. So before he stepped in, he tucked his shirt into his pants, cleaned his shoes, smoothed down any errant hair strands down.

Giving himself a once over examination to make sure everything was neat and in place, Cris stepped into the classroom.

Walking over to where the Professor was standing, Cris gave her a smile and greeted her. "Hello Professor Bellaire. My name is Cristoffer Strand and I'm looking forward to your lesson," Cris informed the Transfiguration Professor.

Then he turned around and quickly walked over to where Jasmine was standing, together with Bay and Lux. Giving each of them a smile and a nod, he stood quietly waiting to be told what to do next.

As he waited he read what was written on the board. Interesting, very interesting, Cris thought to himself.

Gwen knew that Professor Bellaire didn't like them to look tired or mention being tired, so she didn't, though she was. As long as she didn't think about how tired she was she could avoid yawning and drooping. Maybe. It was her own fault anyway. She'd been thinking too much and hadn't fallen asleep until well past her normal bedtime. So it was fake-it-until-you-feel-awake time.

"Good morning, Professor!" Gwen said brightly choosing a spot in the middle of the classroom but not sitting. The chairs and desks were all on the side of the room. Bellaire always seemed to be in a foul mood. Gwen wondered if maybe she hated kids. Or mornings. Either way, she'd chosen the wrong profession if she didn't enjoy those sorts of things.

Also there seemed to be a disagreement going on about hair. Gwen didn't really get that. Maybe because she had a brother who had had long hair for as long as she could remember. If girls could have long hair or short hair as they chose, boys should get the same option. This was discrimination or something. Gwen considered speaking up, but she really didn't want to break her streak of not losing any points, so she stayed quiet. Maybe she would write an anonymous note to Professor Bellaire about it after classes.

The new girl introduced himself. That Ravenclaw one. Gareth supposed he was considered new too and he surely didn't know this woman with a grumpy face. Then was he supposed to introduce himself too?

Meh...

He was not going to bother. Nope. Stuffing the last bit of his breakfast sandwich in his mouth, the Slytherin boy wiped his breakfasty hands on his robes and walked in the classroom. Not looking at anyone, he directly made his way towards the desk at the very end, away from anyone else, chewing and enjoying what was left from his sandwich as he walked.

He dropped his bag on the desk and plopped himself on the seat.

Ice Menagerie?

Wut?

It was about that time again and Cutty snipped no corners when it came to Transfiguration. Don't play. He even cleaned under his fingernails and the robes had been stolen borrowed from one of his dorm-mates to assure a good fit as his own were outgrown. How dare his mother spend the money on a new wand. He'd order new ones once he'd saved enough from his business...or made a singular sale to Lex. Whichever came first.

"Good morning, Professor Bellaire." He greeted his Transfiguration Professor before taking his place somewhere without an obstructed view. He wanted to see everything and the first thing he saw related to the class, aside from Bellaire herself were the words: Ice Menagerie Garden.

Sounded artistic.

Kevin was rubbing his right eye and tried his best not to yawn at the ridiculous early time they had this lesson. Couldn't all classes be during the day instead of in the morning? At least they would be awake right? He entered the room with a loud yawn and turned his attention towards the Professor who was waiting for the other students to arrive. And she was scowling...of course.

"This class should be on another time" he muttered under his breath before looking up at the Professor. "....Hello" he said , giving a TINY smile before he turned around to find a seat. When he found one, the Gryffindor almost sat down but then remembered that they shouldn't so he stepped next to the desk. Looking down, he realised that his uniform wasn't that tidy but who cared? He liked it this way.

Penelope was not a morning person, but she was able to get out of bed early enough for transfiguration. Waking up early was not something that Penelope liked, but at least transfiguration was on the sixth floor, not too far for the Ravenclaw girl to walk. Uniform wrinkle free and hair braided, Penelope walked into the class. "Good morning, Professor Bellaire. My name is Penelope." Excited for the lesson, Penelope looked at the board. This would be an interesting lesson.

Mornings... Why o why had SOMEBDOY thought about giving lessons in the MORNING! Any normal human liked it to sleep longer so WHY were the first classes always staring early in the morning? Pfff... Sonea flipped her hair over her shoulder and stepped into the classroom with her two rats hidden inside her pocket, she always had ignored the school rules so this year there was no difference! No, she had missed it to break some rules while she had been homeschooled! So with a sneaky grin she looked around her, she saw the teacher standing by her desk so, being a good Slytherin she nodded to the professor and faked a friendly smile. "Hello professor" spoke she and than she saw the information on the board and she frowned... She didn't hoped that she needed to work hard now during this lesson, she hated it to work because... because... Working was boring and she didn't wanted to be bored!

So, still deep in thought she walked to a empty seat and sat down, waiting for the lesson to start...

Early on in the day and the professor was already scowling. This is why Beverly sort of liked the woman. She spread firmness with just a look on her face. You know, the world needed strong women like these. Not the loud "Oh my Merlin! I broke a nail!" type. Maybe it had to do with the way she was raised, but looks like that didn't faze Beverly Wayne.

"Morning, professor Bellaire," she greeted politely as she walked in, a neutral expression on her face. Her gaze fell on the board.

Ice menagerie garden.

That...sounded quite interesting. The first thing she thought of was icicle little minions. She'd like some of those. Minions.

Time for Transfiguration. This class was always interesting. He was interested seeing objects being able to transform into useful objects. As he made his way to the classroom with his backpack bumping behind him, he noticed other students managed to make it here early. He smiled to them and then he turned his head and noticed the Professor was sitting in front of the class. He smiled and nodded towards her, "Good morning Professor, I trust you are well.." he said politely.

Once he said his greeting, he managed to find his seat and sat down. He took out his notebook from his bag and was ready to take notes. But in the mean time he doodled in it for fun.

The early morning class was killing Arielle. She was NOT a morning person, and especially being in a class this early was going to kill her. I mean why would a teacher want to get up this early either? Everybody needs their sleep. So Arielle reluctantly walked into the classroom, dragging her feet and had a dirty look on her face. She sat down in the very back row of seats, not making eye contact with anybody and putting her head down on her desk. She'd get back up when class started, no big deal, right?

He had followed Kyroh to the Transfiguration classroom (though Dima hadn't gone into the wall too, because he could WALK real well! And he didn't fancy a big purple lump on his forehead for his first day in a class either), so the kid was held up when his friend stopped to talk to the professor lady.

Why was everyone standing, though? There was a seat right next to them! Right there! Could they SEE them?

... huh hugs what?

"Hi ma'am! My name's Dima Toussaint! I'm a real good hugger too, so if you need TWO hugs, then I'm your guy! Or your second guy!" 'Cause Kyroh was the first one, and his hugs were probably so good they COUNTED as two of them anyway! Yeah!

West tried to... tuck... only it didn't quite work. His hair had been trimmed before coming back to school... it was long enough to tie up, since he liked to be able to do so for Quidditch reasons, but there wasn't enough of a tail to tuck it under. Still, he did his best and it was tidy yeah...?

"I tried ma'am... there isn't enough to tuck." West said politely enough.

West raised his brows at miss Schuyler. What? They still looked good. What was the difference?

----

And Ves was here now... and standing next to him... and Bellaire wasn't saying anything about it so neither would West. Ahem. He kept his mouth shut on that matter.

What was this about tying hair back into pony tails? Michael ran his hand through his hair as entered the classroom and heard the talk about tucking hair away. Thank Merlin, his hair wasn't as long as West's and Nigel's.

"Morning Professor." He said in greeting as he found a place to stand. Right next to the guy who'd had a slight disagreement with Zahra in the common room.

Gwen really had been very over excited by everything at Hogwarts. As a result she had a hard time sleeping. It took its toll in due time but she really did not want to miss any classes regardless. So she trudged out of bed, put on her robes, and headed straight for the transfiguration classroom stumbling around a bit before finally finding it. She entered the classroom and yawned as she took her place amongst the other students not even noticing the professors scowl.

She was not late? Whew, she slowed down to a walk as she got closer to the classroom. AJ had heard rumors about this particular professor so she made sure that she looked nice and neat. Yup, she looked about as put together as a tomboy could.

As she walked into the classroom she smiled at the professor. Geeze, she did not look happy. "Good Morning professor. My name is Aubrey Valentine. It's nice to meet you." The first year noticed a few familiar faces, and decided to go next to Adi because frankly she figured he needed her more than the others with everything going on.

Seeing that everybody was still standing she decided to do the same. It was most likely something that the professor wanted them to do and she did not want to cross her this early in the morning. She looked like she may eat students for breakfast.

Transfiguration. Why did Benjy take this subject again? Probably because he coasted along in it just fine. Actually, he seemed to manage to do that in a lot of subjects - but none of them had a Professor like Bellaire. Yes, he respected her, but it didn't mean to say he liked her.

Regardless, Benjy straightened himself up outside the classroom, as seemed to be the norm nowadays. Everyone having a sneaky brush of their hair, or final lint rolling of their robes. In Benjy's case, it involved there was no stray food from breakfast, and checking that the polishing charm he'd used on his shoes had lasted it to the lesson. So far, so good. Shirt was tucked in, robes were neat, and he'd even taken his fang earring out.

Happy, he headed into the classroom, and greeted the Professor with a smile. "Good morning," he said cheerily, as he walked past the front desk and stood the other side of Vesper. Good morning indeed.

So I had individual posts typed up for everyone then chrome crashed. Sorry
 

Professor Bellaire checked her watch, then pointed her wand at the door which slammed shut. It was locked so whoever was late, had to stay out.

ooc: As of this point, class has started and anyone who posts arriving will lose points. Happy RPing :)

"Class is now officially in session.For the reaminder of the school year we will be working on a project. Every lesson will be dedicated to the completion of said project. But before I begin let me take the time out to remind everyone present that this is my classroom. The classroom of Professor Jane Wright-Bellaire and every rule I set in this classroom is meant to be followed or will be followed because I will not hesistate to through any rule breaker into detention or out of my class. And I care zero, who your parents are. Hope that is clear." She eyed the entire class before moving on.

"Today we'll be replicating snow clouds. To achieve this we will be using the Weather-Modifying Charms. Now the weather modifying charms are a group of charms that are used to affect the weather in an area." As she spoke the words started appearing on the board behind her. And yes she expected them to take those notes down before leaving the classroom.

"However, as this is not charms class and due to the fact that these charms are highly regulated, I will be casting the first weather changing charm to set the ground work for the rest of you..." In other words she would be making their lives a whole lot easier and reducing the rest of someone seriously messing this up.

"Are there any questions before we proceed any further with this lesson?"

EEP! It seemed like the rumors she heard about this professor were true. Replicating snow clouds sounded like good fun, but it sounded like it would be difficult wand work and she was still rusty with all that. Then, the professor stated that she would be the one casting the charm and that definitely worked for her.

Questions? Yes, she did have one actually. She raised her hand. Professor, may I sit down to take notes?" She needed to do that right? It seemed like everybody was still standing and she didn't want to be in detention over sitting down. That just seemed like a waste of energy.

Whoa! Jasmine was a little taken aback frightened by the Professor's opening statement. Okaaay, guess she made her point. No foolishness I'll be tolerated in this clas, period. Was her message clear? Crystal. Jasmine made a mental note to try not to ever get on this lady's bad side.

So they would be working on a term-long project. Jasmine's interest was piqued. She begn to take notes, adding the important details to her notebook. Any questions? Nope, none so far. Well, maybe one......but she was a little afraid to ask it.

Angel wanted to tale notes but where they allowed to sit, she had no idea and it seemed like everyone had been given seats and she was new so she didn't have a seat, now she had no idea what to do, she was glad when her sister asked the question that had been on her mind, she was glad her sister had an identical brain to her.

That thing where Benjy wondered why he came to Transfiguration? It wasn't getting any better. Mainly because he didn't understand why they needed to replicate clouds. They were in Scotland, in winter. You only had to look out of the window to see plenty of the things. And sure, most of them were rainclouds, but snow was plentiful too at this time of year. Why not somehow lasso them down, and make it less rainy outside so he could go skateboarding more? Skateboarding in the rain was no fun at all.

Also, he was pretty sure she'd said charm. Weird.

Anyway. Questions. Yes, Benjy had one. "Sorry, Professor," he asked politely, "but who is Professor Wright-Bellaire that you mentioned? Are we going to have a visiting Professor as well this term?"

He just wanted to be in the know with these things. Yup.

Also, why did West and Nigel have their hair up like that? It looked odd.

Well, if Professor Bellaire was more worried about the hair of her bandmates, Vesper would take it. Anyway, the fact that the woman had mentioned the band at all pleased the 'Claw...though, she had fudged their name.

Honest mistake, surely.

Of course, when Benjy made an appearance...and decided to sit right beside her, she sought out the professor's face again. Ves had to remind herself that Bellaire most likely knew nothing, which was best, and that all was well. And.....she hadn't even considered if this could be weird or awkward for herself....and it probably would've been had she been given the time to properly think it over...

...but class was starting.

...Were the able to sit yet? And no, she had no questions. Snow clouds were snow clouds...and given that she had zero confidence in Transfiguration spells, this whole thing would most likely be embarrassing.

"No, ma'am."...because the question warranted a reply...or something.

Adi smiled slightly at AJ as she stood at the desk next to his. She didn't have to sit next to him but he figured she didn't want him to feel alone.

The third year turned his attention to Professor Bellaire. It was no surprise to him when she started off speaking. The lady stood for no nonsense. He bet the first years and the other new students got the shock of their lives though.

Adi listened to what they would be doing today. Cool! Replicating Snow clouds! More cold stuff! Awesome. He couldn't wait to get started. As for questions? He had none.

Okay, now THIS was completely ridiculous. Sophie would be respectful because her parents taught her to be, but so far this class had been nothing but pure disrespect from the professor herself. She was just a tad uptight about things, which had Sophie fuming on the inside. How was it appropriate to take twenty points from Slytherin for people sitting down?!

But again...Sophie would be respectful because she was taught to be.

She took a small breath and cleared her mind so as to focus on the lesson and not how she felt about the beginning of class. The professor started discussing the actual lesson then, so Sophie adjusted her quill and parchment and began taking notes.

Questions? Nope. None about the lesson, at least.

Norah's eyes widened as she watched Professor Bellaire dock points from student after student. She felt her shoulders slump a little in disappointment before the crash of the door slamming sent her jumping back to attention.

When a first year she didn't recognize spoke, asking if they could sit down, Norah stopped herself from beaming at her, because if hugs weren't allowed in here then rallying against the professor probably wouldn't be a good idea. That was a brave thing to do, that's for sure. She saw the girl was wearing Gryffindor robes and nodded approvingly. That sorting hat really did know it's stuff, yep. Could they sit down, though? She had a killer itch on her foot and she didn't want to draw attention to herself by bending over to scratch it. That didn't seem very ladylike, anyway.

Not that she wasn't excited to be here...and not that she wasn't completely willing to work--nor complaining, that definitely wasn't happening either...it was just....why did Professor Bellaire insist on having classes so early in the morning? Her brain didn't come into itself until sometime around 10. That being said, the tired look of the Gryffindor was expected. Knowing she'd have Bellaire first thing today, she'd made an attempt to sleep early but that failed and now as she listened to the Professor she found half the words going through one ear and coming through the next.

Luckily she grasped something about a class project and something about the weather. Kinda funny how she'd taught them that weather protection charm back in her first year and now she was teaching them how to change weather. Er...that is...if that's what they were doing.

Oh merlin she needed to pay attention!!

Lex managed to snap back to attention at the all for questions at which point she gave a brief shake of her head and a "No Ma'am." No question. You'd actually have been paying attention to be able to ask those.

Maybe next time.

Removing his Transfiguration book, a few sheets of parchment and a quill. On the sheet he wrote: Ice Menagerie Garden, Transfiguration 2083-2084. The highly regulated Weather-Modifying charms may be used for the purposes of replicating snow clouds. Follow up on any other uses of charms and transfiguration.

Weather charms, though. Those were interesting. You could literally rain on someone's parade with one of those. Cutty put his quill down and paid close attention.

Lucy took notes about the Professor's words and said:" Excuse me Professor..because you have spoken of the first weather changing charm may I ask you how many weather changing charms there are?"

Josie practically felt her heart jump from the moment Professor Bellaire had deducted three point from her house for her sitting without her permission. Drats. Quickly collecting her things she'd arisen without any hesitation. She bowed her head a little bit as she softly said, "I-I'm very sorry P-Professor.."

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Class had begun & from what she'd said they were going to be replicating snow clouds. Hm, well it certainly did kind of her remind her of a Charms lesson a little bit, BUT SHE DEFINITELY WASN'T COMPLAINING PROFESSOR NOT IN THE SLIGHEST, HONEST! It would be interesting how she was going to teach them all of that, since it was going to be a project they'd be focusing on all term. But when asked, Josie didn't have any questions to ask her, so she quickly shook her head before replying to the scary lady's opening statement, "N-No, ma'am.."

Well it’s a good thing that Ethan’s a morning person, therefore he didn’t need to worry about yawning and looking tired in the morning. He did hear stuff about this professor—stuff that included being extra neat and all that. Since he’s a new student, he had to take all the ‘warnings’ seriously, because he wanted to leave a good impression.

Ethan observed on how true these rumors are. The Slytherin mentally nodded as he witnessed first-hand as to how true things were. And…points? Really...what’s the score for actually? The third year quietly continued his observation and shook his head when asked if he had any questions. “No ma’am.” Scary woman is scary.

Desiree stood near the front, but not too near- a nice middle ground. Hopefully the perfect position to view the Professor demonstrating her weather charm- though this wasn't charms class she supposed charms could transfigure things just as well as any spell. And the thought of creating snow clouds sounded thrilling, challenging, but thrilling.

Professor Bellaire seemed a bit 'chilly' herself- but, perhaps just a side effect of practicing those cold weather charms. Yes, that was probably it. She didn't have any questions, and really didn't think the Professor was expecting or wanting a reply so she shook her head slightly and waited.

They were going to make clouds? Check. Cris quickly wrote that down in his journal while still standing. Was she going to let them sit anytime soon? Cris wondered to himself although that was one question he wasn't going to ask.

So any questions? Cris quickly shook his head to indicate he had none for now.

Bla bla bla… That was what the now fifth year heard while the teacher was speaking, it was just… Not interesting… It was boring! So, she didn’t really listened to what she was saying, this lesson wasn’t her favorite lesson so she wasn’t missing much information, and besides... What wanted this teacher do to get this lesson interesting? She remembered from all her lessons that this was one of her most boring lessons so she didn’t believed that this term would be a difference… And now that she looked at the professor she decided that the professor was not in a good mood because why else would she start her lesson like this?

She stared around her, wondering why a lot students here seemed to like what the professor was telling and she waited for something less boring to happen, she had no questions and she didn’t wanted to look smart, like a stupid nerd! Nooooo way! She would wait until the teacher was going to do something!

Well seemed like even not talking earned you negative points. No win situation here. But at least Nigel got off lightly so far. Only his hair was suffering. His poor hair.

Now that all that business was over with and Nigel determined at to say anything for the remainder of the class. The topic was very interesting. Weather-Modifying Charms were some serious magic, like Bellaire said. Questions, Nigel did not have any at the moment. Only thing he wanted to know was how this related to Transfig spells and that Nigel assumed is what she would explain next.

So he was good

Slytherin lost points.

And THAT boy had to do with it. Something had to be done about this. SOMETHING. She would make SURE he got those points back. He HAD to. Beverly Wayne was incredibly stingy when it came to house points and UGH. She wanted the House Cup. Unfortunately she couldn't do anything about it right now or risk losing more points, so she just settled for jotting down notes.

Glancing up, she shook her head to let professor Bellaire know she didn't have any questions. Nope. None at the moment.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! No hugs?? Who didn't want hugs? Arista was appalled, her hugs were the best. She whispered, "Yes ma'am, just let me know if you change your mind." Just as she had claimed her spot she saw the Professor go nuts.... Points being taken away right and left... Her eyes widened. Note to self do not cross Professor Bellaire. She crazy!!!

Replicating snow clouds! That was so cool!! Oh yeah snow!! She loved snow! But how was this Transfiguration? She reached into her bag and lifted her leg up a bit trying to write down the notes. They were not the best notes but they would do she could re-write them down later. "So how is this charm transfiguration, is it because it is creating it..." She didn't no the difference between stuff so Professor would have to tell her!

Bree's eyes shot open as the professor slammed the door shut and took charge of her class. Bree felt a chill down her spine as the professor explained rules forcefully. It awakened her instantly. She listened as the professor explained they would be doing spells to create weather and if they had any questions. Bree thought for a moment and then raised her hand, "What kind of weather will we be making and are you gonna zap the proper garb on us for different weather conditions, if so warn a gal, it felt strange the last time a professor did it".

Kace was interested in this lesson now. But apparently this was gonna be a year long project. How much were they gonna do that it needed to be a year long project? But they were going to make snow clouds. He was liking this. The professor was gonna put a charm on the clouds and he wondered how that would work since it wasn't exactly cold in here and it wasn't exactly cold outside. But the ravenclaw before him asked the question he thought about and he didn't wanna repeat it. All the students needed to use Weather Modifying Charms and that should be cool. He just waited there quietly figuring out this lesson was gonna play out.

Bay didn't have any questions, he'd rather figure things out for himself then get yelled at by the Professor. What was going on with her right now? she wasn't like this last year? He thought it was best not to make eye contact and he made the notes that were on the board as well as any questions the students were asking.

Toby completely missed being eyed by Bellaire, as focused as he was on trying to keep his fidgeting to a minimum. Sophie got a little smile when she wandered over, but didnt dare to try and say anything because of Bellaire's infamous zero tolerance for, like, anything.

When stuff appeared on the board, Toby hurriedly rummaged through his bag for some parchment and a self-inking quill (he'd not been expecting to need to make notes with no desks, you see). When he'd found them, Toby began the process of trying to take notes from the information on the board whilst using his own knee as a sort of makeshift desk.

Questions? Nope. Not right now.

"The notes will remain on the board until the end of class. There is no point in taking down notes that you do not understand. Once we are done with today's activity, you may take down the notes."

Professor Bellaire blinked at Benjy for a couple of seconds well before using her wand to write her name in the air.

Professor Sophia Jane Bellaire nee Wright.

You'd think the students would know the names of their professors. "Does that answer your question Mr. Barton?"

"Weather changing charms are not the focus of this lesson, like I stated before, however there are four known weather charms and numerous deviations of them. Due to the nature of charms it is always impossible to know for sure, which is why there was a committee put in place to monitor them."

"Why don't I let your classmates answer that question for you?" And that would be the next course of action.

"Those are good questions Mr. Scabior. The weather charms last for a day or a little over that. The weather as you know changes daily and even more regularly than that, and because the charms are suppose to mimic the weather..the spell fades just as quickly. Bare in mind that the strength of the spell also factors in." Hmm..."Only you can determine weather not it snows or rains Kyroh. Perform the spell correctly and it will snow."

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"Now class. Who can quickly explain the difference between charms and transfiguration?"

She tapped her wand and raised it. "In the meantime I will perform the atmospheric spell to prep the room." Sophia pointed her wand to all four corners of the room and pretty soon there was a change in temperature. "Now it's about to get a little chilly in here so I hope you all brought or wore your gloves as instructed."

She eyed the lot of them.

"You will all receive a small Cumulus, which you are expected to transfigure into Cumulonimbus looking clouds." Another wave of her wands, saw clouds erupting from her wand tips and assigning themselves to each student." Because she wanted to be sure everyone was on the same page she asked the dreaded question.

"Does everyone understand? Is everyone clear on what I am asking you to do?"

Angel smiled at the Professor, thought she was fuming when could they sit down, surely there was something in the Geneva convention that stopped this form of torture many years ago, she would have to look it up and see because her little legs were hurting with all the standing they were doing but she daren't say anything because she didn't want to lose points.

Angel raised her hand. "Professor, charms you are adding things to the thing you are aiming at whilst in Transfiguration you are totally changing one thing into a new thing I think." Angel hoped she was right but now she wasn't so sure, it was all the pressure the Professor was putting on her, she was getting ready to break down into tears, what did the professor think, they were training for a game show and she desperately wanted to win.

O.O If she thought that AJ was going to know anymore about this lesson once it was over, then she was sadly mistaken. Really she just wanted to sit down, and she was willing to jot down notes for that, but nope. She was pretty sure that the professor needed a marshmallow peep because she was cranky and from experience food normally put the first year in a better mood.

Ummm... she didn't know the difference considering this was her first ever Transfiguration lesson and she had never been to Charms. Deciding that she would rather not hazard a guess with this professor she remained quiet.

Did she understand? Not at all. "Errr... what's a Cumulus professor?" She was going to need help in this class, she could feel it.

Ethan shifted his weight from one foot to another as he pondered on the question. The difference between Charms and Transfiguration. Well, he did observe the two discipline’s difference, and he hopes it’s the answer to Bellaire’s question. Hand up. “Professor, I think Charms would make a certain object or being to behave in a certain way. Whereas in Transfiguration, one completely transforms an object to an entirely different thing.” That’s why it’s called Transfiguration, right?

The Slytherin watched as the professor pointed her wand on the four corners of the room and made the air more cold. He fished his gloves out of his satchel and donned them…not that he’s not used to the weather, but something tells him he will be needing his hands warm to survive this class. Ethan then watched as a cloud hovered over him. It looked friendly…but he got the feeling that things will get messy in a bit.

Cutty gave a small nod. They were to transfigure the cumulus cloud into cumulonimbus. Sounded deceptively simple to Cutty. His hand went up as the Professor asked her question of the class, "The difference between charms and transfiguration lies mostly in the fact that with transfiguration you are altering some afore present state of something. That is, on a physical level, you're pulling something into existence, or taking it out of existence, by changing what it's made of in some way. This is in contrast to Charms, which do not alter what something is, although they may alter what something does." And Cutty knew which one sounded most useful to him.


The Slytherin twisted uncomfortably in his seat, immediately starting to feel the drop in temperature. Yeah, gloves. He had them in his bag. Should probably get them out now.

Adi raised his hand before speaking. "A Charm is something that we use to make objects do something it would not usually do but with Transfiguration, we alter the entire or partial appearance of the object.''

The third year watched as Bellaire did her thing. He had retrieved his gloves form his pockets and had already pulled them on. More cold! Yep, he was a huge fan of the cold. He watched in fascination as a Cumulus cloud drifted towards each student. This was going to be cool! Adi understood what they had to do so he nodded.

Hayden watched as a cloud materialized itself from the professor's wand and stopped in front of her. Woah. Would she be able to do that? How advanced were these weather charms? She decided against asking the professor, who sort of scared her, and decided she'd have to look it up for herself later. Cumulowhatsit? She figured they were types of clouds, that made sense considering the context. The cumulus must be what the cloud in front of her started as, but how was she supposed to transfigure it if she didn't know what the other type looked like. She was about to ask when a young Gryffindor beat her to it. Good, she could just stay silent and listen. She didn't know the difference between charms and transfiguration either, she was just a first year how could she be expected to know that?

The room got chilly as Professor Bellaire begin to change the weather and create clouds for each student. Jasmine was fascinated by this and watched the process with wide eyes.

When the Professor asked for the difference between Charms and Transfiguration, she was almost afraid to raise her hand. She did it anyway, hoping that she could make her answer sound coherent. "Charms make an object do something or cause something to happen to it. Transfiguration changes the appearance of an object.......changing one thing to another."

Having given her answer, Jasmine was looking forward to transfiguring her cloud.

Lucy said" I think that if an object is transfigured it changes its structure and if an object is enchanted with a charm it keeps its structural characteristics.
Professor, may I ask you if the cumulonimbus clouds are the clouds that bring rain?"

Why say anything when someone else will say it for you. It was the beauty of these types of classes. Nigel continued listening to Bellaire explain as he put on his gloves. Thank Merlin, he brought his own. Frostbite on your fingers is not fun or having pink gloves. With one being worse than the other obviously.

Transfiguring a Cumulus cloud into a Cumulonimbus.

Got it. And his cloud was most certainly awesome.