Term 12 - L1 - Afternoon

Valko placed a match in front of each desk, unsure of how many students would actually show up. He placed a written version of his instructions as well, in case they couldn't understand a word he said. His accent was thick, but with the opportunity came experience. Hopefully, by the end of the year, they would understand him almost perfectly. He walked back to his desk and awkwardly waited for the students.

Saryana walked through the hallways, going to Transfiguration. She honestly knew so much about that lesson that she could skip a class. In fact, she knew so much about every lesson. But when you spend each and every second of your free time to read in the library, you would become such too. She even went so far to bring a book with her during the day, when she walks between classes and even while eating. She was now an expert in walking through the halls while reading. Overall she was turning into a crazy nerd who didn't talk to everyone.

Walking into the room, she was yet again read walking. Inside, she looked up and greeted the professor before leaving her book aside while she sat down. She quickly went to the front row and left her rucksack next to her. Afterwards she looked at the board and frowned. The were just going to turn a match into a needle... That was first year work! She could do that for years. Sighing, she returned to her book.

Arwen was pretty sure that if there was one subject she'd be brilliant at, it was transfiguration. That was how she'd found out that she was magical, by turning a sharp rock into moss when she was out in their huge garden, running around and then falling over, seeing the rock in slow motion, and landing on something soft. She hadn't been sure what'd happened, but when she told her mother, she'd said it was magic. And Arwen had been beyond happy about that. So maybe this would be her subject. She certainly hoped so. She was good in most of the subjects she practiced, but she was just too shy to show or even speak up. And this made her really angry, which made her concentration falter. Maybe she'd be able to work a bit in her lonesome when it came to Transfiguration.

She entered the classroom and was very happy when she saw that she was not the first one there. That one time in CoMC had almost smothered her. So she felt a bit less smothered and managed to give the professor a proper nod this time, before sitting down at a desk near the front to the side. She looked at the notes and the match. Turning a match to a needle? Arwen would probably manage that without many faults, but she was glad they were starting it simple, because the previous years hadn't held much information on Transfiguration. So this was nice. Not too much pressure, though Arwen felt a bit pressured, because; what if she couldn't transfigurate the match?!