Sabbath slipped into the boys dorm while everyone else was distracted during the culinary competition in the common room. No one else was around. Perfect. He had a little surprise in store for that kid, Daxton. He quickly found the boy's bed and short-sheeted it, pulling the covers back up, ensuring they looked the same. Sabbath hadn't forgotten that Daxton had tried to whack him in the head with a life jacket in the first year boats. Now they were even. Sabbath slipped back down to the culinary competition. He'd only been gone a minute, hopefully, no one had noticed him missing.

It had been a long day and Milo had decided that he was going to read up on the spells from their Charms lesson in the textbook. He'd already showered and dressed in his pajamas (a pair of long pants and a long sleeved shirt that were white with red stripes) and was lying in bed. Sitting on his bedside table situated between his bed and the next boy's was the phial containing the potion that he'd worked on in class the other day and that he had picked up from Professor Culloden that morning. David and the other boys had talked about it that night and had decided that they were going to try them together tonight maybe.

Davie had had to wait and pick up one of the extra potions the professor had brewed, on account of how he hadn't read the directions closely enough. But no one had to know that. He could just take this potion, play around like an animal for a while, and all would be well in the land of Hogwarts.

Or so he told himself.

Carrying the phial into the dorm, Davie set it down carefully and got ready for bed. He glanced over at Milo, who already seemed to be ready TO DO THIS. "Are you sure we should be wearing our pajamas?" Davie wondered aloud. Also, where were the other boys? It was going to get pretty weird if only two of them turned into animals and the others were like... humans.

His first potions lesson had been a mind-boggler. Sabbath had been there physically but obviously not mentally and his potion had turned out, err… disappointing! He’d popped into Professor Culloden’s office to pick up the default potion handed out to those who’d bombed, sigh! ‘Well’, he consoled himself with a smirk, ‘at least there was some mischief in store tonight’. He and some of the other first year Ravenclaw boys had agreed to dose up and metamorphose into animals together.

After showering and dressing comfortably, he took his potion phial and set it down on his bedside table. He reclined on his bed with his arms behind his head and thought about the fun he and his new friend Noelle had had in the DADA obstacle course foam pit - she really was a cracking sort, he couldn’t help but grin to himself. He glanced around the room, at some of the other first year boys that were also getting prepared.

Are you sure we should be wearing our pyjamas” Davie had queried. “I don’t know, man. What if you change back somewhere else in the castle. You don’t want to get stranded in your jim jams in front of some hot girls or something… just saying? he raised his eyebrows at Davie and laughed.

Sabbath could hardly wait for the potions hi-jinx to begin and he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

Aldous was so glad that he and his dormmates agreed to do this together. Excuse him if he was somewhat uneasy over turning into an animal. Although the professor mentioned that they would keep their human mind and it'd only be physical it would be more comforting to have others with you. So yeah, he was super glad.

The first-year entered the dorm with the potion, the professor's, ahem, totally okay to suck at the first lesson. He wondered if he was late and if the others started without him but was relived to know that neither was true. Phew.

They were discussing pajamas apparently? Sabbath's point would have never crossed his mind but it was a point. But that wasn't what concerned Aldous right now. "I think we should keep in mind the difference of the size of the animal we're turning into and the size of our clothes," He shared his thought. Because the clothes will either get too loose or too tight and might rip! Which got him to glance down at his own clothes to do the necessary math.

Knowing full well that his own phial of potion from class was incorrectly brewed, Daxton had absolutely no intentions of consuming it himself. Getting hold of the phial had been easy enough, though it turned out that Culloden had vanished the rest of his potion in the end, so it had been lucky that Daxton had collected it when he did. Now he wanted to test it; not necessarily for homework reasons, but to see what might effect the potion would have when it was brewed without the inclusion of the spell.

But test it on himself? The idea was laughable... if you were a laughing type of person.

He was sat cross-legged - and still in his uniform - at the foot of his bed in the dormitory, concealed from view by the curtains around his bed and silently rolling the phial of potion between the palms of his hands. The others would all be expecting him to drink his potion at the same time as they did. Obviously that was not going to happen, but Daxton likely did not have to be very good at acting (and he really wasn't) to keep them convinced that it was. He just remained silent, and people tended to interpret that to mean... whatever suited them.

The sound of the other boys conversing lead Daxton to finally reach out and pull the curtain back, revealing his own presence. He considered the other boys, and their conversation about pyjamas and girls of above average temperature and how this somehow all related back to the potion, but predictably said nothing. Simply watched, waited out their conversation, and rolled the potions phial between his hands in dead silence.

Daxton was curious to see them all turn to animals, to see which animals they had picked, and, of course, to be the one human remaining once they had all transformed. He imagined it might make him feel powerful, and was eager to test the theory.

Hot.... girls? Hot girls?! Were they going to be leaving the dorm and going to look for hot girls tonight?!!! Could they even get into the seventh year Ravenclaw dorm place where the hot girls hung out?! Davie's startled expression spoke volumes for him, from behind his round glasses.

"I think.... I think that Aldous is right," Davie decided finally, just blinking in confusion at Sabbath. And he'd thought Daxton was the weird one in this dorm. Speaking of, though... looked like he had his phial out and had decided to join in on their transformations... or at least watch them.

So! Was it time to start or what? "Nobody is planning to become a fish or sea creature, right?"

The discussion on whether they should be wearing their pajamas or not had gained traction as the other boys showed up. Sabbath had a good point about not wanting to turn up somewhere with a bunch of girls around when we turned back and our pajamas had ripped or something. Aldous was also right about them being different sized animals too. He looked from Aldous, to David, Sabbath, and Daxton (who had caused Milo to jump slightly when he had pulled back the curtains. How long had he been there? He hadn't come in after he had changed and started reading a while ago. Freaky.) before saying what he was thinking on the subject. "Maybe we could wear a pair of robes since we have more than one set?" They were pretty flowy just incase someone had picked a bigger animal but they also were quick to scamper into if they had gotten really small.

"I'm doing that." he added after another second to think. He quickly shook his head in Davie's direction at the question of a sea creature or fish and then turned his back and quickly removed his pajamas and swung a pair of robes over his undies. "Is it really a good idea to leave the Tower? We might not make it back and isn't it after curfew?" Also what if they were a small animal and got attacked by someone's cat or a House-Elf??

When he was finished he sat down on the bed and grabbed his phial and gave a look to show that he as ready when they were.

Sabbath watched the other boys quietly as they deliberated over the small details. He thought some of them seemed to be overthinking the details. Maybe it was a Ravenclaw thing, who knew?

He continued observing the dynamics of the group. Clearly, Davie thought he was weird. Sabbath smirked to himself, he’d take that as a compliment. With his gypsy heritage he was well used to being the outsider.

And then, there was ‘Mr silent and deadly’ over there, who’d just made his open curtain debut. 'A dark horse, that one' Sabbath thought. 'But then, it takes one to know one', he smirked again.

It seemed the boy, Milo, was taking some initiative, he’d grabbed his phial and seemed ready to go. So taking his lead, Sabbath scooted across his bed, grabbed his phial too, and swung his legs down to the floor. He glanced around, meeting the eyes of those nearest “Ok, boys, should we get this show on the road?” he said. He kept his eyes on the other boys as he raised the phial to his lips, waiting for them to do similar. He flashed a grin and tilted his head back.

This was really happening. They were going to be in the shapes of animals in a bit. Which got Aldous wondering about what kind of animals the others chose, he didn't recall them talking about it. Maybe they did when he was not here! But it didn't really make much difference he was just curious. He'd be finding out soon, anyway.

Milo made an excellent point. Aldous nodded his head and walked over to his trunk to retrieve a set of robes. And to David's question he shook his head. The idea did sound fun but he was more interested in trying other forms of animals.

"We could wander the corridors maybe? Instead of going all the way out." He suggested. Because leaving the tower to go out would be time-consuming and they had limited time. And he did not like the sound of 'we might not make it back' GULP. But he was okay with whatever they agreed on as a group.

Okay, the others were ready apparently, except for Daxton who no one knew what went inside his head. Aldous was going to assume the silent kid was on board. The eleven-year old held up his phial. Time to, as Sabbath put it, get the show on the road."On the count of three?" Because organizing was cool. "One, two ...... three!" Closing his eyes, the boy put the phial to his lips and started drinking.

Not the most delicious drink he had. But he survived his father's different attempts at cooking so he could survive anything. And it wasn't that bad. When the phial was empty, Aldous dropped it on the bed and waited. Not too many moments passed before he started feeling something. A weird feeling occurring from everywhere and no where in particular. His eyes darted from his arms to his legs to his torso. Gradually everything was taking a different shape then finally he was a kangaroo.

Cool! He wanted to see how he looked. He decided to hop over to the mirror over there. He took no more than one small stride towards the mirror and his now big foot bumped into the bed's leg. Ouch. He needed to see where he was hopping. This was going to need a bit of time to get used to. But hopefully not too long. He only had an hour.

Right, time to get on worth the potion-taking then. Davie agreed with Milo's idea to just put on a robe, so he quickly abandoned his pjs in favor of that idea and then held onto his potion again. He had picked a really clever animal for this task, too, and as long as he wasn't up too high when the time ran out, this would be a really fun experience.

Nodding to show Aldous that he was ready for the three-count, David held his phial to his lips on three and hastily forced himself to down the entire thing. Ugh, it tasted nasty, a little bit reminiscent of fish for some reason, but he choked it down anyway. He was hoping to become a soaring, flying eagle, and drinking a bit of nasty professor-made potion first wouldn't kill him.

And right away, the potion began to work its magic. Davie felt himself shrinking in height on the bed while his arms seemed to stretch out at the same time. It was like all the height he was losing was going to his arm bones. Only they weren't bones anymore; they were light feathery things that seemed to catch the air in the room without really trying! And his head, ouch, that shrinking part hadn't been fun, but his nose had suddenly hardened into a beak and his eyes were amazingly crisper, every movement showing up like it was being recorded in high definition!

"This is fantastic!" Davie tried to say, flapping his hands wings already. Of course all that came out was a loud and long, "SQUAAAAWWWWK!!!!" And for all his flapping, Davie found himself falling toward the edge of his bed, out of his robe, and soon he was gliding gently around the room, only at bed level right now, but it was enough of an amazing feeling that he knew he was never going to get over ACTUAL FLYING.

“Ugh!” the taste of the potion was appalling, Sabbath grimaced and tossed the empty phial onto his bed. He waited. He felt an odd tingling beginning in his fingernails. He held his hands up in front of his face to see what was happening and observed as the tips of black claws to emerged curving their way over his fingertips. Then, he started to feel itchy — very, very itchy — all over his body, ‘Good grief, it felt like a thousand ants were on his skin’.

He fell forward on his hands and knees, writhing from the prickling sensation. And just when he thought he could bear it no further, he saw it happening — his fore arms were sprouting hairs! Thick course grey filaments that were pushing their way up through his dermis. The hairs continued to multiply, sprouting their way outwards, getting denser and denser until his whole body had been covered in a downy soft, silver-grey fur.

All that itching had given him the odd urge to give an almighty shake. So, he let it go. It felt so good.

Now on all fours, he could see that he also had a prominent muzzle, he could she a wet black nose and could feel his sharp canine teeth against his tongue. He cowed down and and slunk his way over to the mirror. And there, he came face to face with himself… To his astonishment, he had become a grey wolf!

He was suitably amazed. ‘Awesome!’ He thought as he smiled at himself, baring his teeth. He cringed - Merlin! Even he was alarmed at how menacing that image was. He thought it wise that he keep a check on the smiling for now. He padded silently over to the side of the room and looked around, waiting for the other boys to finish changing.

Milo was confident in his Potion and so was Culloden apparently since he was able to take his own but the thought of turning into an animal for an hour or so was not something he had really thought much about. Milo, who was someone who thought a lot about something before doing it so very often, was a little freaked out about doing this right now. But it had to be done, plus all of his friends were doing it now too and he didn't want to look like a baby. He wasn't, just liked to plan things down to the 'T' ahead of time.

"On the count of three," he agreed with a shaky nod to the other boys. "One...two...three!" He tossed the potion phial back and the contents poured into his mouth and immediately down his throat. He had been told it was best, taste-wise, to do this with potions because some ingredients weren't always pleasant to the tongue.

Davie and Sabbath must have taken their's milliseconds before he had because they were already changing as Milo began to panic and feel his vision changing but had they just turned into...an Eagle? A WOLF?

Ah! Milo felt a weird pulling sensation in his mouth and nose area and his teeth growing sharper. He was slowly shrinking, his line of vision becoming more level with the line of the bed mattresses and then just slightly below that. He went down to all fours and felt the robes fall off of his body, but instead of being chilly without them he was still warm. He looked down and saw four tiny, black padded feet and a slight glow of orange. His eyes also seemed different and when he blinked a few times he could tell that they were much sharper (he could see the lines of the wooden floor better and even a mouse trying to peek it's way out of the lavatory on the other side of the room. This was actually kind of neat. Slowly and steadily, Milo tried to walk over to the mirror to see how he looked. He stumbled a bit, it wasn't easy to walk on all fours at first, but finally made it to the glass. He had become a full-fledged, flaming orange Fox!

He was an eagle! And he was SOAAAAAAARING! IIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiii just wanna fly! Flying was the most glorious feeling, honestly, and that wasn't the bird brain talking. Why didn't Davie like brooms more? Why didn't he like quidditch more, come to think of it? Taking a risk with a potion like this... why, it was simply brilliant!

Now though, he really wanted to stretch his wings. And gliding around a cramped little dorm with stale air simply wouldn't do. Davie was dreaming of bigger, grander skies! So he landed on Daxton's bed, and hop-bird-walked over to the window, which he tapped with his beak. Then he looked back at the silent Ravenclaw, looked back at the window, and looked at him again.

"Open it!" he was OBViouSLY saying. Of course, it came out as, "CA-CAWW!" But Daxton was bright, he'd get the point. Davie didn't really want to stoop to owl-like levels of nipping. Pfft. He'd get this window open or he'd FLY THROUGH IT.

Okay, he looked like a kangaroo, not a big one though. That was the result of him peering at himself in the mirror. Of course there was nothing else to expect and he already knew it. But he had to see and he did. It was cool and weird. Especially since he saw a kangraroo in Hogwarts robes that barely fit now. He made a mental note to thank Milo for the idea because anything else would have been extremely tight. Especially with the tail.

Tail. Yes, he had one. And it was moving. No, he was moving it. Interesting.He also had a pouch. He had a lot of new things that he did not see how he could make use of. But the hopping was cool.So the first-year in the form of a kangaroo hopped away from the mirror and turned to the rest of the group who had turned into different type of animals. Darn, he missed the transformation. He thought it would have been cool to watch. So, an eagle, a wolf and a fox. They looked incredibly odd and cool.

He wanted to express that but he couldn't of course. No words and as a kangaroo he could only grunt or make sounds as such. Which he found himself doing in response for the eagle's squawk. But that hardly expressed his enthusiasm so he started hopping around the dorm making sure not to hop on any fox or wolf, he figured that would NOT be pleasant.

Oh, and look he could almost reach the eagle's level. Almost. Maybe if he hopped on the bed he could hop higher and it'd be much more fun! TO THE BED IT WAS THEN!

hop.. hop.. hop

Hugging the stack of books in his arms, Rooney stumbled into his dorm after the long walk from the library. Those stairs hadn't been the best choice in getting back here, but they had been his only one. If he had thought ahead, he would have picked his wand out of his robes and taken it so that he could levitate the books. But he hadn't intended on bringing any books back with him, only to finish a chapter of one he had started a day or so ago. Which he had done.

The stumble knocked the pile out of his arms and the books lay out across the floor of the dorm alongside the second year. Who was positive he wasn't going to move for a moment. Or two.

As Milo the Fox looked in the mirror, he turned his head to the side and felt his ears prick and saw them twitch. He could hear things going on down in the Common Room. It sounded like there were two...no three people still down there shuffling their parchment and working on something. Cool!

Looking around Milo watched as Davie the Eagle flew around the ceiling and was now on the bed. But before he could do anything else Aldous the kangaroo started jumping all over the place with really LOUD THUMPS. AHHH.

Milo flicked his tail underneath himself and then decided to scurry under the bed for safety. His yellow eyes grew in the darkness under the bed. He could see a lot better than he would have if he had done this as a human though. His snout peeked out from underneath to see if the coast was clear now.

Guitar time. That was what the afternoon was. After dinner was homework time and then before bed was random reading. Chris sat on a chair in the common room restringing his guitar after he had broke a string. Which made him all sorts of mad considering this was a NEWWWWWWWWW guitar!!!! His concentration broke as he heard the crash of books and he looked over to see a kid his age with books all over the place that probably stacked would be as tall as he was if not taller.

Setting down his guitar he got onto the floor and started picking up all the books. "You alright there?" he asked as he looked over the title of each booked as he stacked them back up neatly.

Milo wanted to try out his burrowing skills. Foxes burrowed and stuff, they had things called foxholes for Merlin's sake. Slinking out from under the bed and being sure to stay clear of the Aldous kangaroo, Milo the fox crouched low and used his back legs to push himself off of the floor and jump into the air. He didn't quite make it on the bed, having misjudged the amount of energy it took. After digging his claws into the bedspread and climbing with his back paws, he was able to get on the bed.

He looked over at David the Eagle who was trying to get Daxton's attention (who was still human for some reason), what was it that he wanted? Milo tried to ask but forgot that he didn't have human speech capabilities anymore. The sound that came out instead was a weird sort of 'Yip'.

Was THAT what the fox says?

Burrowing was what he was on the bed for though. Milo stepped carefully across the bedspread and then pulled it and his sheets down with his teeth. After pushing them all into a pile, Milo 'dug' into them until he'd created a big enough hole to crawl into. When he was done it had to have been almost forty five minutes that had passed. Once in there he'd scrunched up and looked at the other animals/housemates. Look what he made!

Sabbath was acutely aware that he was wasting his precious ‘wolf minutes’ waiting for the other boys to cavort about on Daxton’s bed. He had no intention in joining them, his business with Daxton’s bed had finished when he’d short-sheeted it earlier in retaliation for being whacked by him with a life jacket in the first year boats. He now considered the score even, and the boy seemed none the wiser on who indeed, was the short-sheeting culprit.

However, he realised he was now faced with a conundrum. Davie, being an eagle of course, could easily fly out of the seventh floor window. However, he in his wolf form, was now unable to exit the room. Well, not without the help of a human to open the door and the only human available right now was Mr silent and deadly himself, Daxton!

Merlin, it was times like this he wished he hadn’t deceived the sorting hat into placing him Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin. Clearly, being amongst them, he was getting sloppy, he’d left himself wide open to the mercy of a potential adversary. Sabbath padded across the room and pressed his muzzle along the crack at the bottom of the door, he whined and started scratching the door with his front paws. He wanted out, and now.

Was he alright? Rooney forced a laugh, his throat caught a bit of dust and the laugh translated into a cough. Nothing too dangerous, but he did roll onto his back and just lay there for a moment. "I will be." That was when he noticed his dormmate stacking the fallen books for him. The second year sat up, and started his own pile. "I should have taken my wand with me, it was silly not to have. But, thank you." He looked past Chris and nodded his approval. "Broken string again?" Or..was the last broken string he could remember, not actually at Hogwarts in his dorm?

Too many broken strings in a stage life.

Chris just looked at Rooney oddly as he rolled over and laid on his back. Hopefully he didn't need to be taken to the hospital wing because Chris really didn't want to have to go do that. Luckily he started helping with the books. "No problem. I've done the same thing at times. Go in for one or two books and come back with more than I should probably carry," Chris said with a chuckle.

Turning his head to look at his guitar he frowned. "Yeah...I should be more careful with it. But I guess that's what they make replacements for though right?" He leaned back against his bed and looked at the names of the books, "What are you studying?"

"I only wanted to make sure I had the right book, chapter and page written down for something I referenced in my homework." A pile of books later and that was definitely not what was happening or had happened. As Rooney put the final book onto the pile, he reached for the wand off of his trunk and sent the book stack to the shelf beside his bed. Just a little bit of bed time reading for the week, he supposed.

"I bet there's a spell to keep them a little bit stronger so they don't break as easy.."

Chris chuckled knowing very well what he was talking about having done the same himself. "Well...at least you have stuff to keep you occupied for awhile right?" he said with a grin and moved to grab his guitar and finish restringing it.

"If there is I haven't found it. Maybe someone's pet keeps gnawing at them or something.." Now there was a concept. Could he make like a little trap to see if he can catch it? That'd be funny. "So...Rooney right?" He said getting up and moving back to his bed. "I don't know much about you. Where are you from?"