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Your first lesson of the day is Transfigurations, with Professor McGonagle. You literally know everything in the class, and are bored out of your mind. Your late night activities from the night before start to catch up with you, and soon you are struggling to keep awake. | Your first lesson of the day is Transfigurations, with Professor McGonagle. You literally know everything in the class, and are bored out of your mind. Your late night activities from the night before start to catch up with you, and soon you are struggling to keep awake. | ||
You sit up and notice when the Potter boy and his Weasley friend arrive late, and are surprised by Professor McGonagle, a skilled Animagus, surprising them by transforming from a cat back into her human form, to chastise them for being late. When you realise she’s not talking to you, you rest your head on your desk for a little while. | |||
“Miss Lestrange?” A woman’s voice with a Scottish accent calls across the classroom, “Is my lesson so boring that you’d rather sleep through it? Or do you already know all there is to know about Transfiguration charms?” | “Miss Lestrange?” A woman’s voice with a Scottish accent calls across the classroom, “Is my lesson so boring that you’d rather sleep through it? Or do you already know all there is to know about Transfiguration charms?” | ||
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The laughter of House Slytherin changes to silence and sullen faces. | The laughter of House Slytherin changes to silence and sullen faces. | ||
This class is pointless. You contemplate storming out, or Transfiguring McGonagle for humiliating you, but in the end you decide to pull back a little to your binding place and fall asleep. Being in such proximity to the damned Potter boy again is giving you a headache | This class is pointless. You contemplate storming out, or Transfiguring McGonagle for humiliating you, but in the end you decide to pull back a little to your binding place and fall asleep. Being in such proximity to the damned Potter boy again is giving you a headache again. It’s his fault you couldn’t remember the spell. You hide yourself and sleep. | ||
With the monster sleeping, you are able to try and learn some magic. As soon as the monster withdraws, to hide under his rock as you imagine it, your headache from being near Harry lifts. You find you can be near him, so long as the monster is sleeping or hiding. You try to concentrate on the | |||
What do you do next? | What do you do next? | ||
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Your first lesson of the day is Transfigurations, with Professor McGonagle. You literally know everything in the class, and are bored out of your mind. Your late night activities from the night before start to catch up with you, and soon you are struggling to keep awake.
You sit up and notice when the Potter boy and his Weasley friend arrive late, and are surprised by Professor McGonagle, a skilled Animagus, surprising them by transforming from a cat back into her human form, to chastise them for being late. When you realise she’s not talking to you, you rest your head on your desk for a little while.
“Miss Lestrange?” A woman’s voice with a Scottish accent calls across the classroom, “Is my lesson so boring that you’d rather sleep through it? Or do you already know all there is to know about Transfiguration charms?”
You suddenly look up. You had only laid your head on your arms for a few moments, but you must have fallen asleep for a little while in order to be noticed.
“Um… yes,” you say, surprised and groggy.
“Yes you find my class boring?” Asks Professor McGonagle, “Or yes you already know all there is to know about Transfiguration?”
“Er… both?” You answer.
The expression on McGonagle’s face tells you this was the wrong answer.
“Very well Miss Lestrange,” the teacher says, looking unimpressed, “if you already know Transfiguration, would you care to turn this flower into a stone?”
She places the flower on the desk in front of you. You realise that everyone in the class is looking at you. Tired as you are, you can’t remember the last time you transfigured life to matter. It’s a parlour trick, not proper magic. You search your mind for a petrification transfiguration and seize on the first spell that enters your mind.
“Petrificus Totalis,” you yell, pointing your wand at the flower. Sparks fly from your wand you hit the flowers with a perfect curse. They remain flowers though.
“Miss Lestrange,” McGonagle says, raising her voice and eyebrows in surprise, “I did not expect you to try and paralyse the flowers with a body petrification curse, nor to learn that kind of duelling magic at such a young age. Would you care to try again?”
Frustrated, you realise that you can’t actually remember the correct transmutation. You could turn the flowers into pool of blood easily enough, or you could turn McGonagle, irrevocably, into a larger pool of blood, but you simply haven’t used such trivial magic in decades.
Enraged, you point your wand at the flowers again.
“Incendio!” You cry, and a red arc of magic flies from your wand to the flowers, which instantly ignite, burning away in seconds.
“That was not the correct charm either Miss Lestrange,” the Professor says sternly.
“But I’ve transfigured them,” you point out, “into ashes.”
The class laughs at this, but McGonagle is not impressed.
“I do not appreciate your cheek Miss Lestrange,” she replies, “Five point from House Slytherin.”
The laughter of House Slytherin changes to silence and sullen faces.
This class is pointless. You contemplate storming out, or Transfiguring McGonagle for humiliating you, but in the end you decide to pull back a little to your binding place and fall asleep. Being in such proximity to the damned Potter boy again is giving you a headache again. It’s his fault you couldn’t remember the spell. You hide yourself and sleep.
With the monster sleeping, you are able to try and learn some magic. As soon as the monster withdraws, to hide under his rock as you imagine it, your headache from being near Harry lifts. You find you can be near him, so long as the monster is sleeping or hiding. You try to concentrate on the
What do you do next?
Lessons:
Socialising:
Plotting and Scheming:
Other Soul Fragment?
Inside Extended Luggage Suite
Books Life Magick of the Celts and ancient Britons, Wiccan Blood Rituals, A Primer of Magickes of Imperial China, The Fragmented Soul, Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts, Love Potions, Sexus, Serpentes et Magicae Voluptatis, The Daughters of Hecate, A Secret Guide to Hogwarts, Tom Riddle’s Diary (Horcrux).
Magic Items Sofia Lestrange’s Pensieve, Enchanted Tarot, Guardian Statue, Self-Writing Quill, Wizard’s Chess Set, Mother’s Broomstick, several sets of shirts, skirts and underwear with protection from minor charms, jinxes and hexes.
Other Items
Clothes, text books, blankets, towels, food, medicines and various supplies