Overview [Block Two]

[mercier]

Luke was sitting quietly at his desk, looking rather tired, but attentive. His feet were crossed and propped up on his desk, his hands folded over his chest. He was looking at the medium sized cauldron propped up on a wooden pedestal in front of his desk, a slight, barely noticable frown featured on his lips. It was early, just around eight in the morning. Much to early for some, he thought, but maybe the students might be more attentive. He'd modified the classroom to have only three desks, besides his own.

On each of the students' desks was an empty glass. If all went well, and notes took a short time, then he would have time for the students to take the potion. Luke sat down at his desk with his hands folded in front of him, his roster off to the side. He had three students in this block. He'd seperated these three students specifically because two of them seemed to be most interested, and most intelligent in the subject, and the other had actually bothered to seek him out for information she missed. He was thankful for another easy to handle class. On the board a few brief instructions were written for the students.

Welcome to your Animagus class.
Please take a seat once you arrive and do not disturb the potion.
I want you to take out something to write with and on, be prepared to take down a few notes.
I will give you further instructions once you arrive.

[americaneagle14]

As she walked into class, Monica yawned, covering her mouth as she did. She'd actually gotten a fair amount of sleep last night, but that didn't leave her refreshed at all. But that's what coffee was for! And why she was carrying a warm mug partially drained of it in her free hand, the other one on the strap of her messenger bag. She gave the professor a short nod in greeting, then looked to the board.

They were simple enough instructions, and Monica followed them, taking the first seat she reached and setting her mug down on the corner of the desk. She set her bag down beside her, pulling out her quick quotes quill and a sheet of parchment, standing her quill on its end. She absently crossed her legs, leaning back in her chair and taking up her mug in her hand, occasionally taking a sip or two, waiting for class to begin.

[Shayne Kain]

Shayne walked slowly into the Animagus room. He was quite calm and confident. It was as if he held some sort of hate in his bones. It was like his very existance depended on him perfecting each class and especially this one. He sighed slightly as he looked over to the Professor. Shayne wasn't too sure about being here, but knew it was something he wanted to do and was able to. He was actually quite talented at Transfiguration, but this was a whole new ball game.

Shayne turned and noticed Monica. He smirked slightly, of course his smirk being quite evil indeed. His eyes however were both blue. It was quite amazing to see Shayne have so much control in a state of emotion in such. It made no different. There was something about this that was quite odd. "Professor. Monica." He said with a nod to each to show that he actually acknowledged thier existance, something he had not been doing recently.

[Forbid Jaganshi]

Not late. A miracle in its self. Fun stuff in that. Forbid made her way quietly into the classroom and sat down in the last remaining seat, head slightly bowed as usual. She pulled out a few sheets of paper... parchment... whatever; along with a pencil. She tapped her desk quietly as she stared at the wall to her left. There was an urge to hum but somehow she doubted they'd appreciate her attempts at dimming the silence. So instead the silence remained. When the Jaganshi actually took the time to look at the others in the classroom, she finally noticed the mug of coffee and her nose scrunched up slightly.

...She didn't like coffee. Let alone the smell of it. However her dark blues drifted from that to the board then to the cauldron. Well didn't this look like fun. Her arms folded on top of the desk and the quiet tapping that had come from her pencil stopped. No need to make any more noise after all. Ahh...

[mercier]

[I would like you all to take a look at this class, as it's the best I've had so far as far as questions and transformations go. If you have no idea what to post, just take a look at it. I suggest making your transformation descriptions like Kelly's and Karen's, as the other 7th year class decided not to look at it and I had to PM them several times so that they would fix their posts. Anyway, on with the thread.]

Luke gave a short nod as each student entered the class in greeting, waiting a few moments before he'd begin, gathering his thoughts. He slid his legs from his desk, turning in his chair to face the students. "Good morning," he said shortly. "I know that you're all probably very tired, but all you have to do is listen and write a bit. It's nothing hard, but I don't want to catch any of you spacing off. This class is not a blow-off class and requires a lot of concentration." Obviously from his tone of voice, he wasn't much of a morning person.

He picked up his wand from his desk, flicking it to rid the board of its writing. "You already know what an Animagus is, or else you wouldn't be taking my class. We will be focusing solely on your transformations, so I will not go into Metamorphmagi or the history of it all, like I would with the younger years." He stood from his desk to walk around it, leaning on the edge of it.

Luke cleared his throat, shifting slightly. "Your form, as you should know, is not a personal choice, but a personal reflection. Each transformation is different, and depending on what your form is the transformation varies in difficulty. During the term, along with myself, there will be a witch or wizard from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to help supervise your transformations, in case something should go wrong. However, I trust you three are compitent enough to concentrate hard and transform yourself. At least, by the end of the term you will be."

"This," he said, inclining his head toward the potion. "Was originally called Fateor Proprius Bestia Forma. It literally translates from Latin into 'Reveal one's own beast or animal form'. But now, it is just known as the Animagus Potion." He turned, flicked his wand, and on the board was written the potion's name. He turned back to the three students. "You don't need to write the name down, but I figured you'd want to know what you would be drinking today. Questions?" he said as he set his wand down on his desk behind him.

[Forbid Jaganshi]

The Jaganshi listened attentively as the Professor prattled on about a few things. No spacing out. Got it. She only wrote a few things on her parchment-paper. Short sentences that the Professor was saying. Really it was all she could think of to write anyhow. At least she wasn't doodling. That was a plus, wasn't it? Of course... of course... Every once in a while she would tap her pencil lightly against the desk, not hard enough to cause any real disturbance though. At least they weren't going to learn all that stuff on history. History always did seem to be boring... Except when she studied the Witch Trials from all that time ago. That was interesting, if not a bit... cruel... But still interesting.

Her brows furrowed slightly when he mentioned the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. Bleh. She already had a question. Usually she refrained from saying anything during classes. It was stirred in with that quiet side of her that wasn't shown at most times. Ahh, too bad. Maybe the Professors just scared her or something... or maybe it's because she didn't like talking in front of lots of people. Yeah. That had to be it. Well, there were only two other people in the class excluding the Professor so that wasn't too bad...

"Ano, Professor? Would we feel any pain during the transformation?"

[americaneagle14]

Monica scrunched her nose, looking at the potion apprehensively. Taking a potion she'd never really read about didn't sound too appealing to her. She would have to trust the professor, though... After all, Professor Potter did hire him, and Monica doubted she'd hire someone who would cause harm to the students. She shifted slightly in her seat, watching as her quill zipped across her paper, writing down what the professor had said. She took out her wand from her pocket, waving it over the cup of coffee; it disappeared.

Monica sat up a bit more straight in her seat, clearing her throat after Forbid had spoken. She'd been wondering the same thing, and Forbid had beat her to the question. Another one quickly came to mind. "What's it taste like?" she asked curiously, looking at the clear liquid. She was sure it didn't taste like candy... She waited patiently, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. She was excited to take the potion, and felt a bit antsy because of the anticipation.

[mercier]

"Not pain, necessarily," Luke said in answer to the Mihael's question. "The only way I can think to describe it is that you'll feel discomfort. After a few times of transforming, you'll get used to it. It's just plain awkward the first time." He then looked to the other student, giving her a slight smile. Every student he had had always made a face whenever they drank the potion, and this girl didn't seem like she'd be tolerant of it's odd taste.

"It doesn't taste like butterbeer or pumpkin juice, I assure you. It's bitter. Think of mixing a tablespoon of salt in warm water, then adding something like vinegar. You only have to drink it once, though, so it won't be so bad." He took his wand from his desk once again, flicking it over his shoulder to the board again. Two incantations began to write on the board.

Muto Meus Corpus In Bestia
Recro Mutatio In Prius Forma

"Write these down somewhere. You need to have them both memorized. The first is what allows you to transform into your beast form. The second is what will bring you out of it. Although your ability to think as well as you do now will be affected, if you have this memorized you will have no problem with transforming. As you progress, you will be able to transform without speaking, and even without a wand. However, it takes practice and dedication. At my point, if I'm in good health and not too tired, I can transform by barely even thinking the incantations. If you all will please stand up, take your glasses and get rid of your desks, we will begin your transformations."

With that, Luke stood from his desk, bending to open one of the bottom drawers of his desk. Quickly opening it, retrieving his camera, then closing it, he stood up straight. Walking around his desk, he leaned on the back of it, holding his camera firmly and resting it on his thighs. "Miss Jaganshi, I'd like you to go first. Before you start, though, do you have any last minute questions?" he asked, directing his question to all three of his students.

[Forbid Jaganshi]

Oh. Discomfort. What fun! ... Salt - water - vinegar? Shoot. Well, she didn't think the vinegar part was so bad... and perhaps not the water either. But salt only tasted good on fries. Yes, she firmly believed in that. And maybe eggs sometimes but that 'twas it. However she pushed it firmly to the side to be dealt with later. They'd probably have to drink that potion soon too. Ah well. She desperately wanted to know what she would turn into so it 'twas necessary.

Muto Meus Corpus In Bestia
Recro Mutatio In Prius Forma

She scribbled the two phrases-incantations-things on her paper and tilted her head to the side, repeating the words in her head. Nnn. Hopefully when she did say it, she would say it right. No need to get into any mishaps. She sighed when they were told to move their desks and stand but promptly did as told, pushing her desk over to the nearest wall. Then the Jaganshi stood silently in front of it, slightly leaning backward. Following words caused her to blink then sigh. First. Wow. Figures.

Forbid pushed herself away from her desk and took a few steps forward before standing there a moment. She muttered a quick 'no' to his other question and glanced at the other two students. So far she hadn't heard the boy say a word and seeing how it was all silent within the classroom. Any more questions...? Nn.

[americaneagle14]

Monica quickly wrote down the incantations on her sheaf of parchment. After doing so, she stuffed her materials back in her bag, then stood, taking hold of the goblet on her desk. With a small tap from her wand Monica's desk had vanished. She gave Shayne a short glance, the thought of what he might be barely crossing her mind. He hadn't said a word the whole class.

She walked to the side of the room, wanting to give the girl who was about to take the potion some space. She wouldn't want to be trampled on by, say, an elephant, now would she? "No, Professor," she said quietly, shaking her head in answer to his question. She crossed her arms beneath her chest, leaning back on the wall. She looked from the potion, to Forbid, and to the Professor. She wanted this all to go quickly, being very anxious.

[mercier]

"Right," he said quietly, shifting slightly on his desk. Once all of the students had cleared away their desks and were off to the side, he cleared his throat. "Well, Jaganshi, if you would please fill your glass and take your place in the middle of the room. You need to drink all of it. It will take a moment to take affect." He adjusted a few knobs on his camera and looked expectantly at the young student, ready for her to begin.

[Sorry for the slight g-mod, but seeing how Mr. Kain hasn't responded, I found it necessary to get on with the lesson.]

[Forbid Jaganshi]

Oh! The glass-thing... She returned to her desk and grabbed the glass before heading off to the front where the 'lovely' concoction was placed. The Mihael filled it with some of the potion and stared at it for a moment, making it shift around the glass slightly. Moe, moe; it really didn't appear all that appetizing in the least. Actually it appeared rather unappetizing. Yet she had to drink it anyhow...

"Bottoms up..." It 'twas a mutter and promptly followed by the consumption of said liquid. A small, indistinguishable shudder ran through her body at the taste. So perhaps it didn't taste that bad but she just had to make such a big deal out of it. Nnn. All Forbid-ness. For a moment there, she didn't feel a thing. Rather, she felt completely normal... natural... Nothing felt out of place. She felt a frown turn down the corners of her lips as soon as a small tingling sensation hit her. At least she had enough sense to put the glass down...

The tingling sensation bloomed into a more... uncomfortable feeling. As though she wasn't meant to be in her own skin. It was bothersome and confusing... Dark blue hues shut as she let it take over. She felt what seemed like fur come over her skin. Different changes... Nnn. When she actually opened her eyes once again, she felt... no. Everything look bigger than her... Her eyes drifted downward, taking in the sight of... paws? Oh; and what a pretty kitty she was [except with dark blue eyes instead].

Gradually the potion wore off and Forbid was standing just where she had been before. She shook her head slightly and followed that up with tilting her head to the side. Dude...

"Ano... what was I?"