Lesson One: Scribbilifors

[Headmaster Dumbledore]

Dumbledore stepped into the class, feeling young all over again. It was almost as if he had never left the class in the first place, even though it had been over 25 years since his promotion to Headmaster. Honestly, the Transfiguration classroom felt more like home to him than his big office with its many portraits and comfortable chairs and giant desk to sit behind.

Soon, the students began filing in and he looked over each face in turn, trying to name them all by memory from the Sorting or previous lessons. Pride bubbled inside him as he saw all of the eager students; he would give the ma treat.

"Good day, students!" he called in a booming, cheerful voice. A few of the skittish ones jumped, making the Headmaster smile. "Today, we will be learning about Transfiguration. By the end of the class, I fully expect all of you to have successfully performed the Scribbilifors Spell."

Excited murmurs swept through the class as his words sunk in. They were going to be doing magic, real magic! Dumbledore laughed lightly.

"Now, now, let's not get too excited! Before we can practice the spell, there's a few warnings and introductions to theory that we must get through."

Dumbledore paced in front of them, giving his students time to settle down and get quiet before he began speaking, "Transfiguration may not seem like more than turning a tea-cup into a mouse, but I assure you, there is much more to it than that. Transfiguration can be very dangerous when the spells are not performed correctly, and some people have accidentally transformed parts of their body into those of a roach, or accidentally turned their friend into a fish-headed being."

Gasps could be heard all around. "But, when done correctly, Transfiguration can be, not only useful in every day things, but also, a powerful weapon against enemies. When fighting Grindelwald, I cannot stress how valuable Transfiguration was for me. With enough practice, skill and focus, one can use Transfiguration to create a fire-breathing dragon out of a picture, or turn an enemy to stone. So, once again, I stress the value of Transfiguration," Dumbledore stated.

"Right!" he continued a moment later jovially. "Now, who would like to start doing magic?"

Several hands shot up. "Very well; You, young Ravenclaw. Can you tell me what the incantation 'scribbilifors' does?"

"It transforms an object into a quill," the Ravenclaw stated with certainty.

"Correct!" Dumbledore replied. "25 points to Ravenclaw!"

"Today," he continued, "we will be performing this spell on these." Dumbledore waved his hand and, on each desk, a lead pencil appeared. "You will turn these Muggle pencils into quills. The incantation is 'scribbilifors,' and the wand movement is a sharp jab to the right. I don't expect you to get it on your first try, but just remember that the keys to transfiguration are proper wand movement, proper pronunciation of the spell, focus, and effort. Begin!"
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Grades:
Role-play your character mastering this spell; keep in mind that most of you are first years and have most likely never performed spells like this before, and therefore, it is impossible to be a master on the first try. Plus, that makes for a bland RP and that's what the whole lesson is about.

Extra Credit:
For extra credit, answer this question: what are the four keys to successfully transfiguring an object?

[Eirwyn Lyla Hall]

Eirwyn looked happily up at Headmaster Dumbledore; she adored the old man. He was possibly the sweetest person she'd known her whole life.

Okay, Eirwyn said mentally, time to do this. Sharp jab to the right, and "Scribillifors," she reminded herself.

She pointed her wand at the pencil on her workspace. She poked her wand off to the right and stumbled over the word, pronouncing it, "Scriblivers."

"Scribillifors," a nearby Ravenclaw corrected. "And it's supposed to be a sharp jab."

Eirwyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes; the Ravenclaw didn't seem to be having any more success than she. Nonetheless, Eirwyn tried to follow her advice. She jabbed her wand to the side and said, "Scribillifors."

The pencil stood on end and sprouted the soft trim feathers, but it did not entirely transform; the end was still made of wood and graphite.

"Ohmygosh! Did you see that?" Eirwyn clapped her hands together excitedly. It had almost worked. Okay, one more time. More confident now, she tried again, and watched in awe as the tip quickly morphed into the point of a quill.

Eirwyn picked it up and held it out in front of her. Wow, she thought, I did it.

~*****~
Grade:
RP: 44/50

[peanut]

Bridget, prepared with her quill and parchment, sat in her seat before the class had begun. When the Professor, or Headmaster in this case, stepped in, she only wondered Why, in this magical school, is the Headmaster teaching?

When he began to teach, jumped at the sudden volume in his voice, but smiled at his comforting, joyous attitude and took her usual notes. She found transfiguration very interesting and wrote down any details she found important.

When she heard about the disfigurations, she winced and hoped that she wouldn't have to transform a human soon, being completely new to magic.

After the lesson, she wondered where the pencil she needed to transform was, when suddenly it popped up on her desk, making her jump again. Oh my, how will I ever get used to this? It's so... extraordinary! She smiled for a moment, before realizing she actually had to use magic now, something she's never tried before.

Gulping, she waved her wand to the left, and said, "Scribbilifors?" The pencil did nothing. Biting her lip, she referred to her notes, even though she'd prefer to get it on her own. Then she realized as she sighed, Oh! It's a sharp jab to the right! I'm so not used to this.

Flustered, she tried again, with a sharp jab to the right, mumbling, "Scribblifors?" This time, the pencil's eraser seemed to sprout a tiny feather. Smiling, she said, "It changed!" Then she looked around and saw many of the others had already transformed their feathers.

Reviewing the notes yet again, she realized her problem, which was in the answer to the extra credit. Focus and effort. So, to try and regain some of her pride, she wrote down the answer to the extra credit, which was: Proper wand movement, proper enunciation, focus, and effort. Then, she turned it in, sat down, and with concentration and determination, gave her wand a quick jab to the right as she clearly and calmly said, "Scribbilifors!" This time, the pencil sort of half-jumped and suddenly transformed into a quill. Excited, she clapped her hands together and smiled, thinking I got my first spell!

~*****~
Grade:
RP: 47/50! Good job!
Extra Credit: 30 Points

[Astin Descartes]

*Yes, I do have permission to use Eirwyn.*

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Astin banged his head repeatedly on the desk in front of him. He was never going to understand this stupid transfiguration CRAP. No matter how well Headmaster Dumbledore taught it or how many Ravenclaws reiterated that "it's just a sharp jab to the left," none of it was sinking in.

He rested his arms beside his head, looking forlornly at the stubborn pencil. He willed it to just change already, but it stared back up at him with resolve. His first time using a wand was just not going well for him.

This is pointless, he thought. I'm never going to be able to do this.

"Hey," a voice said quietly. He looked up into the face of a redheaded Gyffindor girl. He was pretty sure that her name started with an E and that he couldn't pronounce it. "Are you still having trouble?"

As a response, Astin's forehead met the desk again.

"I'll take that as a no..." She fluttered over next to him quickly. "Here, look. Here's how I did it. C'mon, sit up." Astin propped himself up and promptly got his right arm stolen. As he clutched his wand, she mimed the motion using his arm as a puppet.

All of a sudden, something clicked. Or it was possibly a crack, because he was pretty sure he felt it in his shoulder. Still, her assistance had seemed to help. He found his enthusiasm the slightest bit renewed, but when he turned to thank her he found that she had already scooted back to her own seat. Oh well.

Seven sharp jabs and various butcherings of the word "Scribbilifors" later, and Astin had managed to get the eraser end to turn into something that vaguely resembled a feather. Otherwise, no progress was made.

Class ended with a very dejected Astin and a pencil with a feather for an eraser.

Luckily for him but unluckily for his fellow Hufflepuffs, he happened to have brought some Muggle pencils from home. He was going to learn that stupid transfiguration spell if it killed him.
~*****~
Grade:
RP: 50/50 for a very entertaining RP!

[Viola Stratford]

Viola nearly scoffed when the know-it-all Ravenclaw was given points. Just for knowing the answer before the lesson had really even begun. Besides, how difficult could changing a pencil into a quill possibly be? She went to work.

"Scribbilifors... Scribbilifors... Scribbilifors..." No matter how many times she said it, or jabbed her wand to to right, her pencil never changed. Not a bit. Not even a little feather in the eraser.

She could feel the prickling in her eyes, she knew what that meant. Frustration was getting the best of her. But she couldn't cry. Not in the middle of class. Not because she couldn't get down one little spell.

She closed her eyes and calmed herself. She could do this.
She did it again, with her eyes closed, with feeling, "Scribbilifors."

She kept her eyes clenched closed hoping beyond hope that it changed. It did. YES.
~*****~Grade:
38/50; Give me more than her mastering the lesson. Give me a little bit of dialogue between her and a minor character, or more about her impression of the teacher or the class. Still, it's a good start.

[Dastan Cross]

*I have permission to use Dumbledore, FYI, and if any of you would like to use him in future posts, all you need to do is PM him and ask.*

Dastan strolled into the Transfiguration class, expecting to see Professor McGonagall, who Lord Alex had described as being a powerful influence in his life and wonderfully gifted in Transfiguration (they had gone to school together), but instead, ended up coming face to face with Headmaster Dumbledore.

Taken aback, Dastan wondered what had happened to McGonagall. He glanced around. Maybe she was just late and Dumbledore was there to oversee the class and make sure she was doing her job? But that was dashed the second Dastan took his seat and the Headmaster began explaining the usefulness of Transfiguration. Hm.

Still, Dastan couldn't complain. He had heard that Dumbledore had taught Transfiguration for ages, that he had even taught McGonagall everything she knew. Obviously, the professor knew what he was doing.

Dastan scribbled his notes in messy Arabic, writing down the wand movement, the incantation and even tips that the Professor had given. Dastan had never imagined that the class would be easy, and he was well-prepared to take whatever notes he needed. Transfiguration was a very important subject; Dastan wanted nothing less than a perfect score on his N.E.W.T's when he took them for this class. How else would he set himself apart from other people that were trying out for a job as an Auror? If Dastan wanted to start his career in the Department of Law Enforcement, an E in Transfiguration N.E.W.T's was a must.

Finally, it came time to practice. Dastan was very confident that he had this in the bag. "Scribillifors," he said, in an almost bored tone. Nothing happened. Surprised and irritated, Dastan sat up straighter in his chair. "What did I do wrong? Stupid pencil," he said, glaring at it. He should have known that a muggle pencil would be useless.

"Mr. Cross, you are saying it incorrectly," Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Who asked you?" Dastan said in insubordination.

"Why, you did, Mr. Cross! You said, and I quote--"

Dastan rubbed his face in irritation. "I know what I said! If I was saying it wrong, then what's the proper way of saying it?"

"You have to say it with passion, confidence and poise. Not like a bored kid who's had his favorite toy plucked out of his grip and was forced to play with a smaller, less exciting one."

Dastan stared and blinked at the headmaster. Seeing that the boy was not getting it, Dumbledore sighed. "Mr. Cross, what are the four keys to successfully transfiguring an object?" he asked.

"Proper wand movement, proper pronunciation of the spell, focus and effort," Dastan said automatically, having remembered them.

"What you lack is the last one. The effort. You have to want something to transform with your entire being. Like this: Scribbilifors!" Immediately, the previously uncooperative pencil sprouted feathers and became an extraordinary quill with bright blue feathers and what looked like little diamond drops on the ends.

Dastan stared in awe at the beautiful quill as the Headmaster handed it to him, and then Dumbeldore caused another pencil to appear. "Keep that, Mr. Cross, and remember what you can do with a little extra effort." The professor winked at him and then moved on to help someone else.

Dastan stared at the quill, then at the professor, who was whispering words of advice to a Hufflepuff that had yet to get it.

Feeling a wave of strength and confidence wash over him, Dastan stared at the pencil, willing it to turn into a beautiful quill. "Scibbilifors!" Suddenly, the pencil jumped off the desk and transformed into a bright red quill. It wasn't nearly as spectacular as the Headmaster's, but it was a success. He had done it.

~*****~
Grade:
RP: 48/50; Good job! I love how creative you were!

[Severus Snape]

Severus entered the classroom, reacting to the other students in a mixture of awkward shyness and contempt. He couldn't explain it; he wanted to be a part of it and yet they annoyed him. I'm never going to get a handle on this, am I?

With a sigh, he proceeded to the farthest end of the room and listened to Dumbledore's instruction carefully. He had to admit, the man was huge. And not just in the sense of height. He seemed to exude a powerful air that made him shiver slightly. Sitting up a little straighter, he put his hand under his chin as he listened, his long dark hair flopping into his face and covering one of his eyes. Turning Muggle pencils into quills? Hm...it didn't sound too hard but he knew not to keep that mentality.

With another sigh, he pulled out his wand, staring down at the thing on his desk and saying the incantation a few times in his head before chancing a sharp poke and murmuring, "Scribbilifors". The pencil squirmed a bit but did little else. He raised an eyebrow and jabbed it again, this time saying it more clearly. It sprouted tiny wings and flopped.

"....Wow." With an eye roll, he rolled his sleeves back, exposing pale skin and jabbed it more sharply, practically shouting the incantation this time. He looked around to see if anyone had seen that, but they were all too busy concentrating to notice. Good. Unfortunately, he had also broken his concentration in doing so. Bad. Focus, Sev, he thought, not surprised that Lily's nickname for him was beginning to stick. Thinking of Lily brought unwarranted butterflies to his stomach and flutters to his heart.

Surprisingly, thinking of her didn't alter his concentration but rather gave him more confidence. He knew what she'd be saying, too, if they were together right now:
"Focus, silly. You're never going to get it if you keep drifting off into space. You can do it." His lips turned up a little in a slight smile and using all his concentration, he gave it one more try. "Scribbilifors!" he yelled and the pencil shuddered and began to change, sprouting feathers and becoming elongated. Unfortunately it still had tiny wings. "Well...it's a start," he murmured with a shake of the head, the small smile still on his lips.

Several attempts later, it was a plain but full quill. He collapsed into his seat with a small "fwump" and sighed. I hope I don't stink this much at everything...

~*****~
Grade:
RP: 47/50; Good job!

[Night Grey]

Night Grey stared at the wooden pencil and cringed. She hated those damned things ears of gripping the wood and intending and scratching her delicate fingers.

"scrib-bi-li-fors..." she said slowly mouthing each syllabol. She praticed the motion with her finger and took a deep breath. She picked up her holly and dragon heart string wand and gave it a quick stabby flick thing.

"scribbilifors!" -phop-zzzpt- Nada, zip zilch squat.

She cursed under her breath, "well damn that sucks...."

Her hand was shaking and she tried it once more. Stab-flick-right swish "scribbilifors". It changed this time into a orange woody creepy stick thing..... "uh.... kay.... not quite... but closer...."

She tried one more time and did a right stabby flick and spoke clearly "scribbilifors!"

That was all it took to finish the transformation into an orange and brown quill. "Awesome!" she bounced up and down her chest bouncing as she did. Yay, yay, yay! she thought looking up at the Headmaster.
~*****~
Grade:
36/50; Give more details about her thoughts and impressions of the class and watch out for spelling and grammar. Otherwise, good job!

[roxannemonster]

Roxie stepped in and chose her seat, lighting up to see that the Headmaster himself was teaching the class at this time. She smiled and thought, This old man is the coolest. He's got all the power and he's nice. Of course I should be taught by the best! Then she realized that it was transfiguration as well, the class she was most interested in!

She felt amazing, but still half-jumped at Dumbledore's sudden high volume. After he finished lecturing, she paid close attention and felt like she would master it quickly.

Then, the pencil popped on her desk and she smiled. Of course, she looked around first, and saw a kid struggling with his. She leaned over and whispered, "You're going to the left. It's a sharp jab to the right."

Then the boy, a Hufflepuff, no less, had the nerve to say, "I don't see your pencil into a quill!" He said it angrily, too. The gall of this pest! Roxie, taken aback, focused on her pencil.

Then she said, "If you want to see how it's done, then fine!" Focusing on the pencil, she pointed her wand at it. Then, with a sharp jab to the right, just as Dumbledore did, she said, "Scribbilifors!" The pencil shook, jumped, and suddenly transformed into a quill.

Roxie smirked and said, "Told ya!" to the boy. I am the best, but I wasn't sure I'd get it first try. I'm happy the Headmaster teaches well..
~*****~
Grade:
RP: 40/50; Good job, but you did the lesson too quickly. If you're going to get the spell in the first try, at least make sure that the rest of the RP is developed as fully as possible.

[Griffin Sosario]

Griffin could hardly sit still the hole time Professor Dumbledore was talking. He was way too exited to use magic for the first time. Through his exitement, the classroom looked like a fog-filled room full of more exited first years. The Professor was nice enough, but he wouldn't stop talking; Griffin wished he would let them try the spell already.

When the time finally came to practice the spell, he stabbed himself with his wand in his haste to do magic.

"Okay, here we go, I am prepared to be awesome. Scribbilfurs!," he said as he jabbed his wand dramatically. Nothing happened.

"Huh, maybe I didn't say it right. Alright let's try that again. Scribbilifors!" Another dramatic wave, so that he smacked his left hand with his wand, "Owwww! I quit, magic sucks!"

He sat in his desk with his arms folded over his chest for about a minute when he got a menacing glance from the professor. He picked up his wand again, and looked around him to see what everyone else is doing. Ahhh, so they where just slightly flicking it; there is no need to be so dramatic.

"Okay, one more try. Scribbilifors!" This time he just slightly flicked it like everyone else. It sprouted feathers! "Yes!"

He picked up the quill to test it. He drew a star on his parchment pleased with himself, until he noticed that it wasn't ink he was writing with, it was pencil lead. "Oh well, close enough."
~*****~
Grade:
RP: 46/60; Griffin made me smile. Just draw it out a little longer next time. Good job!

[siriusblack]

After a lot of stumbling around and dodging cooing girls (that seemed to have taken a strange liking to him and he couldn't figure out why) Sirius found the Transfiguration classroom. He wasn't sure whether to be angry or amazed at the ever-changing staircases that had held him up, so he settled on walking in and finding a seat.

Everything he had heard about Dumbledore from his family was both wrong and right. Though the Blacks disliked him, they did not deny that Dumbledore was a great wizard, and even though this was his first time ever seeing him up close, Sirius thought he could see why. The man was amazing. He was caring, brilliant and powerful with a sense of humor, too, it seemed. All of this easily shone through; it didn't take a genius to see these things in the headmaster.

Sirius grinned as he listened to Professor Dumbledore talk. "Brilliant," he murmured before pulling out his wand and looking at it fondly. "Let's see what this baby's made of." He couldn't stop a grin from spreading across his face and his shoulders shook with excitement.

Oooh this is so cool! I'm finally gonna get to do magic! He cleared his throat, though he wasn't sure why. He guessed it just made the act seem more official. "Scribilifors!" he said loud and clear, jabbing the Muggle writing instrument. It wiggled and sprouted one feather. Encouraged, he tried again. This time a few more feathers popped out. "Wow, I'm pretty good at this," he said with a grin and his chest swelled with confidence. Unfortunately his newfound pride in his magical ability also clouded his judgment and the next jab was less of a jab as it was a swipe. The pencil squirmed and gave out a high-pitched squeal before squirting the unexpected Sirius in the face with ink it shouldn't have had.

He blinked a few times and wiped his face, trying not to be too bummed. "Well, at least it DID something," he muttered.


~*****~
Grade:
RP: 50/50; I loved how you incorporated Sirius's history in with the lesson and told your impressions of the professor. It also made me laugh when he got squirted in the face. Great job!

[Carter Yeardley]

Carter walked in just before Dumbledore, he quickly sat down in an empty seat. He had read his transfiguration book, which he enjoy the whole thing, the day before so he knew the fours key to a successful transfiguration spell.
-proper wand movement
-saying the spell correctly
-focus
Before starting on the actually spell Carter practice the right jab with his wand and he said scribbilifors over in his head.
The after once he thought he had it down, he turn toward the muggle pencil, pointed the wand at the at did a quick right jab and said screbbilafers". All the pencil did was twitch.
Carter Kick himself mental he should have remembered to say the word out loud instead of just in his head. Carter said scribblilors over and over until he got the word right a couple of times before retrying it. Once again Carter focused on the pencil, picture it turning into a quill then did a right jab while say "Scribblilors"
The quill twitch a couple of times. Cater watched as it slowly developed into a quill. Carter sat there proud of his 1st accomplishment.
He couldn't wait to redo the spell on his own time. He also couldn't wait to learn more spell that are similar to this one. Carter smiled increased thinking about all the different spell he was going to learn.

~*****~
Grade:
RP: 36/50; I would like to see more of Carter's thoughts and impressions. Also, watch out for grammar.
Extra Credit: 20/30; Good job, but you forgot the last one: Effort.

[Na-Na-Na-Nathan !]

Nathan (by some miracle) found himself in the right room on the first try - and, by the looks of it, on time.
Cripes. That was a first.

Nathan slide into the third row, smiling at another person (by the color of their robes, they were a Slytherin - but no harm in being friendly, right?)
Apparently there was to them, because they simply glared at him before turning away. Once again, he felt the sinking suspicion that they could smell that he wasn't of pure Wizarding blood (or, in their terms, a Mudblood - which he only knew because he'd cracked open a book about it sometime on the train ride over).

Nathan seriously considered putting his head down and not looking up until the lesson was over, but a loud, booming voice cut him off just as he was thinking about the best way to make sure no one could see his face.
Yikes! - That was jarring! Ugh! He knew this guy was headmaster for a reason, but he hadn't known that "yelling really loud" was one of the things they had to have full marks in.

Nathan rubbed the side of his head, closing one of his eyes and looking absolutely shaken. Ugh. It was going to take some time before he could hear anything correctly again....
Wait, wait, wait what? Using their wands... erm.
The boy looked at his own wand (eight inches, griffin feather core, cherry wood - for some reason he remembered the particulars, but he couldn't remember what it all meant) suspiciously, as if it might try and bite him. Use it? How in the world was he supposed to use it? Sure, he'd made it spit sparks when he got it (apparently, that's what determined that the wand chose him, or something), but he had thought that it was... just a really pretty prop-thing. Not that it actually held any bearing on his ability to do spells.

Ooof. Five minutes in, and he was all ready sure that this class was going to be a doozy.
Leave permanent damage to his friends, turn pictures into dragons, play Medusa on people - Jesus, this was precisely the sort of thing that regular people feared Wizards over. No wonder Witches had been persecuted all those years ago - all this frightening magic that he was certain no one knew how to really control.

The 'magic word' involved almost made him laugh, though. Scribbilifors? Really? How was he even supposed to pronounce that? Sounded so made up. This school. Everything was so fake sounding.
Really should have suited him fine - Nathan being the crafty mold-matcher he was, it was sorta his mission in life to fake himself so well that everyone could appreciate him. Fake magic school? Should have been right up his alley.
Though, he'd always been a terrible hypocrite.

Okay, so he was supposed to raise his wand, say 'scribbilifors' (hee), and jab to the right. That's it? You could transform crap by saying stupid, made-up sounding words and spazzing out with a wand? Who in the world actually devoted time into discovering these things, that's what he wanted to know. Did Wizards in the sixteenth century just wake up on day and say, "Hey, I'm gonna mutter something retarded sounding, wave my wand in weird directions, and hope something oddly specific happens."?
Clearly, they were all absolute lunatics.

Though, he supposed he'd give it a shot - didn't want to fail the class by the first day (how embarrassing would that be?). With a sigh, the first-year examined what, exactly, he'd be turning into a quill.
...What a joke.
Pencils. Regular, lovely, easy to use pencils into quills. Was Muggle technology not good enough for these people? Did they make a conscious effort to be as backwards as they possibly could? Were they just trying to mock and make fun of regular people?
Cripes. He hated Wizards.

Nathan stared at his pencil incredulously for quite a while, as if expecting it to complete the lesson on its own.
After a long time, the pencil was still a pencil (the stubborn thing), and Nathan decided that now was as good a time as ever to actually get started with this thing.

He picked his wand up - awkwardly - and made a few experimental waves.
Nothing happened, of course - and he didn't quite know how to take that.

Feeling rather silly, Nathan stared at the pencil again, and with a sort of determined fervor muttered, "Scibble-flowers!

[/color]"
The pencil remained determined to stay how it was, thanks.

Right, right - had to move the wand. Forgot about that.
"Scibble-flowers.[/color]" He growled out, jabbing the wand to the right violently.
The pencil, seeming bored, flicked to the side slightly and refused to do much else.

What, in God's name, was he doing wrong? Wand movement, check, effort, yeah, and there was no way he could be even more focused at the task at hand.
What was that other thing? Pronunciation? Pffft. Like a stupid pencil knew what you were calling it. It was all gobbily-goop, anyway.
Might as well keep trying until the bell rang, at least.

"Scibble-flowers.[/color]"
Nothing.
"Scribble-flowers.[/color]"
A twitch, and then nothing.
"Scribble-flowers![/color]"
"What are you saying?[/color]"

Nathan jumped, and then looked over to the direction of the voice.
Brown hair, stupid bandanna, yellow eyes.
...Leon.


"You again![/color]" Nathan attempted to make this sound as heroic and cool as he possibly could. Unfortunately for him, the Fates couldn't have Hufflepuffs say cliche lines with any sort of conviction, so it just ended up sounding ridiculous and pathetic.

"Are you really so surprised? You act like you don't have to spend seven years of your life here - and, on that note, seven years with me in some of your classes. Dumbshit.[/color]" Leon shrugged, chewing on his wand absent-mindedly.

God this guy was such a prick. Also, the words again. His parents would have murdered him if he used the s-word.
Though, he really didn't have a nasty, cool retort to that, so he just glared at him and simmered.

"Anyway, what was it that you were saying? Scribble-flowers? Did you listen to the Professor at all? It's Scribbilifors.[/color]"
"I knew that, thanks. Just can't say it. 'Sides, what does it matter if I say it wrong if I say it with conviction or something?[/color]"
"Pffft! Pronunciation is everything, next to artistic vision. See? First try.[/color]"
Leon hoisted up some over-elaborate gold, red, and orange quill - complete with sparkles, a perfectly pointed tip, and above-all prettiness.
Show-off.

Nathan stared at it grumpily, and then looked back at his own stubborn pencil.
"I blame it. I mean, it's just mean. And stubborn. And I don't like this.[/color]"
"Yeah, well, it ain't getting any better. Now come on, say it with me. Scrib.[/color]"
"...Scrib.[/color]"
"Bili.[/color]"
"Bili.[/color]"
"Fors.[/color]"
"Fors.[/color]"
"Scrib-bili-fors.[/color]"
"Scrib-bili-fors.[/color]"
"Scribbilifors!"
"Scribbilifors.[/color]"
"With flourish, Nathan, Jesus.[/color]"
"You remember my name?[/color]"
"Uhh, fucking duh. I'm not an absent-minded dumbshit Hufflepuff, like some people. Now, come on. Impress me.[/color]"
"Scribbilifors.[/color]"
"What was that?[/color]"
"Scribbilifors![/color]"
"Sorry, couldn't hear you.[/color]"
"SCRIBBILIFORS![/i][/color]"
Nathan had all but exploded, earning quite a few weird looks. Leon, on the other hand, looked rather amused and twisted his mouth (that, upon closer inspection, looked too big for his face when he smiled...) into a crazy grin.

"Great! Now, for real this time. Jab to the right, and pour out your heart and soul. Come on now! Have a clear vision of what you want! Show me![/color]"
Nathan, feeling oddly encouraged, turned back to his pencil, and with new conviction screamed at it while jabbing his wand as violently as he could to the right.
"SCRIBBILIFORS!!"

The pencil, sorta dazed looking, slowly started growing feathers and eventually ended up looking like some wilted, odd feather with a dull tip. Somewhere in the mix were a few braided strands with incredibly un-shiny beads holding them in place.
All in all, it looked rather pathetic - but hey, a quill's a quill.

Leon looked much more disappointed than Nathan, but simply shrugged and patted him on the back.
"That'll do, kid, that'll do.[/color]
"And,[/color]" he added as he made his way back to his desk, "For your information, you still smell like a barn.[/color]"

Goddamned prick.

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Grade:
50/50 for a marvelous Role-play, Nathan! A little heavy on the naughty language for a couple of kids, but I understand you're used to playing older charas. XD

[Vince Forrest]

Vince walked in for his first Transfiguration lesson. He looked around Head master Dumbledore was standing at the head of the professors desk. I guess if were going to be taught its best to be taught by the best, the only down side is that everyone will be fighting to make sure that there the best and he didn’t want to have to fight for his attention, he is only one man. Vince made his way over to his seat and waited for the class to start. A couple of others walked in before Dumbledore welcomed everyone and told us what we were going to do.
People just as he thought watched him and were on there best behavior, which was fine with him. But he knew if were any other teacher they would have been pushing his buttons. Vince watched the Headmaster pace in the front, giving them tips and what it takes to make a good Transfiguration. He a made mental note of all the steps
proper wand movement
proper pronunciation of the spell
focus
effort
He wasn’t sure what to think about how useful transfiguration can really be but either, it was something that he needed to learn to pass this class. So when Dumbledore Finally let them go to transform a muggle wood pencil into a quill he definitely tried his hardest.
He did a sharp jab but kept pronouncing it wrong. A couple of other tried to tell him the right way to said it but he really wanted to do it on his own. He really didn’t like other telling him what to do. So he said scribbilifors out loud until he got it right, then one again he tried to change the pencil. It sprouted a couple of petals but didn’t completely change.
He closed his eye’s getting mad at himself, he can do this, he kept tell himself. He reopened his, sat up straight and focused on the half formed pencil/quill. He did a quick sharp jab and said scribbilifors and sprouted more tails and changed into quill.
He smiled at it.
“There that’s what your suppose to do” He said to the quill. Yes he knew he was talking to a quill but he was proud that he was able to do something and it worked.
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RP: 36/50; watch out for grammar. Sometimes, your sentences tend to run together, making it difficult to read them.
Extra Credit: 30/30

[Peter Pettigrew]

Peter twitchingly entered the Transfiguration classroom. He wasn’t sure what to make of the class, since his mother was never adept at this subject. He took a seat in the middle of the class, in one of the end desks. He looked around the room and saw a smattering of other students from other Houses. His eyes then caught sight of Sirius Black and James Potter, two of his fellow Gryffindors. He was envious that they were so popular so instantly, and was slowly working up the nerve to ask them about becoming friends eventually. He was so focused on watching them, that when Dumbledore spoke, he jumped in his seat. He then started paying attention in class.

Peter became excited; Professor Dumbledore expected them to use magic in the very first lesson! He eagerly pulled out his wand, as well as his textbook. He then be turned his attention back to what Dumbledore was telling them about transfiguration. When he mentioned Grindelwald, Peter told himself in his head that he’d look up that name later.

Professor Dumbledore then asked about the Scribbilifors spell. By the time Peter found the spell in the textbook, another student with the answering the professor’s question. “It transforms an object into a quill,” one of the Ravenclaw students said confidently. Peter looked down at the textbook, and saw the Ravenclaw was correct. All of a sudden, a lead pencil appeared on Peter’s desk. He looked up at the professor and heard him say that they would be using the spell to turn the pencils into quills.

When they were free to try the spell out, Peter scrunched his face up in concentration and tried to make the right wand movement while muttering the spell under his breath, but nothing happened. He looked up briefly and saw those same two boys leaving the room, noticing that they had completed the task for the day. The boy not wearing glasses left something on his desk, but Peter ignored it and went back to trying to get the spell to work.
On his second try, Peter loosened his hold on his wand a bit because his bandaged hands were starting to really hurt him. When he went to jab his wand, the force from the movement caused it to flip up and point over his right shoulder towards the door. A moment later, he heard a yell from outside the classroom, and quickly got up to find out where it came from. When he got to the door, he saw a boy with short, wavy dark hair clutching his nose, which had started to spout ink, and his eyes grew wide in fear. He started apologizing profusely, offering to take him to the hospital wing. He called into the room to Professor Dumbledore that his spell hit one of his peers and that he was gonna take him to the hospital wing. With a nod from him, Peter quickly pulled the boy with him (although it was difficult with his hands bandaged) and they hurried off to get the boy healed.
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RP: 46/50; Good job!