Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 30, 2010 21:56:59 GMT -5
Lorraine nodded blankly at the professor's introduction to class, absently squiggling inky notes all over her parchment she had originally taken out for doodling. At the Shiny Lady's prompting of opinion, the pale girl waveringly raised a hand, grinning vacantly.
"I...I like Lucky Charms marshmallow cereal," she dreamily informed her. "They make my milk change colors, like green, it's usually green." Lorraine paused for a moment, as if this sudden (rather quiet) exertion had taken quite a bit of lung power. "So charms change colors of things and, and make things shiny? Like your leg? It's pretty." What a pretty, pretty leg.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Dec 1, 2010 0:20:01 GMT -5
Morgan only smiles in response to Felix’s greeting. At first it worried him, but then the Head Boy realized that he shouldn’t have justly expected anything more from his Professor. His honor wouldn’t allow it. First deciding not to cheating on a Divination’s test and now disowning favoritism, both in the name of honor? Felix almost qualified to be come a Hufflepuff. He chuckled slightly inside. The Gryffindor really did belong in all four houses at once.
Miss Fairchild, a fellow Gryffindor that Felix hadn’t meet yet, was next to arrive. After her was Phugsius Charadus. Slytherin Prefect, vampire hunter, fire Elementalist and very good friend of Felix’s… a year ago. Felix thought Phugs had died after he went AWOL, yet he randomly had popped back into existence recently, without explanation. Felix had yet to get a chance to inquire about his leave of absence, it was quite obvious that Phugs was avoiding him at all cost. In all honesty, Felix had only even seen Phugs since his return either in class or in the middle of saving the school from a zombie invasion.
Phugs made some sarcastic comment in greeting of Morgan, obvious distain clear in his emotions inside of his head, and then sat in the back of the class. Foster, Whites and Volkov were the next to arrive. Although great tension was apparently obvious between the three acquaintances, they were most definitely considered by outsiders to be close ‘friends’.
Friends.
That’s what Felix was missing these days. Friends. All his close friends had either graduated, joined either the vampires or the lycans, vanished from the face of the earth or avoided talking to him like the plague. Felix just didn’t have any friends anymore. It might have been the fact that he was an older student that was a ‘guardian’ busy trying to ‘save the school’, or maybe it was the fact that he came across like an arrogant jerk all the time? Although the last two were the real reasons, Felix came to the erroneous conclusion that the explanation why he didn’t have any friends was because he hadn’t tried recently to make any. This was something he would change.
The rest of the students filed in and soon the class began. What Felix heard he already knew, but he trusted Morgan would challenge him in some way. With his quill he quickly scribbled his notes on his parchment. He had to laugh slightly to himself. Morgan’s entire explanation of Charms was a paraphrase from Adalbert Waffling’s chapter on Charms, in his book called Magical Theory. Felix would keep this secret to himself, for now. Not wanting to be the first to answer her question, Felix waited Miss Cunningham to make some connection between a muggle cereal and the branch of magic.
It took a strong determination not to laugh. Miss Cunningham had to be brainless Hufflepuff to ever be let into this school and Felix had heard that she had once scored lower on an IQ exam then a frog with Alzheimer’s. He did not doubt this fact.
Raising his hand, Felix attempted to not sound too conceited.
“Also, because Charms deal with the behavior of objects, instead of their inherent nature, Charms are usually only understood when view inside of time, and not viewed as static, making Charms a more sequential form of magic. Charm spells are in some ways the opposite of Curses: many Charms seem to have an inherent positive tone while Curses have an inherent negative one.”
If she was allowed to verbally plagiarize from textbooks they both knew from memory, why couldn’t he also? However, the ‘time’ idea was his own theory about Charms that was not in Adalbert Waffling’s book. DERP!DERP!
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Dec 1, 2010 2:55:52 GMT -5
Shit, he was late for charms. After the disaster that were his last two classes, he needed something he wouldn't ruin. Charms were something he was at least decent at.
Ryo slipped in the class into a seat in the back row. To his amusment, the class was split by house. His seat was a few rows behind the other Slytherins. He noticed Felix was lecturing on magical theory. Typical Felix, showing off his almost Ravenclaw brain. So that young girl up atthe front was teaching magic theory eh? She hardly looked old enough to be a professor. Who was she anyway?
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Dec 1, 2010 5:14:00 GMT -5
Phugs Charadin Was he serious? What sort of Slytherin was he? All in the house of Slytherin at LEAST knew their prefects name. If they didn't they would work to find out asap. This guy must have been the odd one out in the group. Already this guy had lost serious brownie points. As he was about to retort towards his foolish housemate, Phugsius saw out of the corner of his eye a mess of red hair that looked really familiar.
Niobe.
Part of him wanted to go and sit with her and try to help her out. Another part of him said that he should let her be. Not only would Niobe be uncomfortable, since she obviously sat in isolation for a reason, Phugsius would lose respect points if anyone saw him making kissy faces at her. Best to let her think he hadn't spotted her.
It was then that Morgan began the class in a very classical way. Nothing wrong with that. Of course Felix was.... No Felix wasn't the first to answer, Lora was. She gave a completely stupid answer but he had to give her credit for trying, unlike the fool from his house who had gotten his name wrong.
Then it was Felix's turn and he of course gave some answer he probably memorized from the textbook. What a showoff. If Felix chased him out after this class to try and question him, he'd show the head boy a great petrification charm. Let him learn that lesson the hard way.
Phugsius would remain silent for now, his priorities were not on points any how. His priorities were based around strength. He needed to be able to defend himself and anyone else the next time the school was attacked.
Post by Leon Foster on Dec 1, 2010 19:42:37 GMT -5
Leon glanced between Micha Volkov taking a seat with Phugsius and Whites sitting next to him. Had the Slytherin actually helped his friend? Leon supposed that it wasn't his place to judge the girl, but every time he'd run into her she had been incredibly cold to pretty much everyone. Regardless of the young wizard's surprise, he still nudged Whites and gave him a look as if to say 'Way to go, pal!'
Then the class started. Professor Pendragon opened the floor by asking the question that had been asked by multiple teachers nearly every year at Salem. It was a good repetition, Leon thought, because your answers would change as you grew more experienced with the subject. As the Gryffindor was about to answer, he was interrupted by the last person he'd expect to respond. Lorraine Cunningham, in her usual fashion, completely butchered the question using her alien logic.
Though said logic had a bit of sense to it, and that only while trying to see things from her view, Leon couldn't help but wonder how someone could be so...abstract. Had she been hit by some kind of curse as a child, or even relatively recently, that scrambled her brains? Perhaps a charm that had been cast wrong? Or was it the method he was used to as a muggle, and she was just constantly high on something? Perhaps, and he really didn't want to think this, she just really was that weird naturally.
Leon was so busy focusing on Lorraine with a look of complete confusion on his face that he hadn't been paying attention while the Head Boy next to him gave his explanation. The young wizard blinked, and his attention returned to the class as Felix finished speaking. A silence filled the room after he had spoken, probably because nobody felt ready to go after that, so Leon decided to talk next.
"Like you said, Charms cause things to act differently than they normally would, but more than that, it's the existence of Charms that make wizards different from muggles," Leon answered, "muggles just have to deal with how everything is and they can't change it, unless they play by the rules of how things are and try to force a natural change. Wizards don't have to do that, we don't have to 'play by the rules.' There are many powerful forms of magic, but charms is what sets wizards apart."
It didn't really explain any of the magical theory, but he felt like it was important to point that out.
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"Oh, hey Micha!" He said, as Micha came in and called his name in her usual bland, one word way. Seriously, he needed to teach that girl how to say Hi, or something. 'Whites.' was going to get old sometime.
Even as he thought this, Micha surprised him. She handed him a piece of parchment! How nice! He had been expecting to just sit through class, but now he could fail to take notes in style. Naw, maybe with Micha's parchment's influence he'd get some work done. He smiled widely at Micha, truly grateful.
"Thanks a lot, Micha!" His smile shrank, but lingered on as she walked away. "Nice to see you too!" He called after her, and quietly sat down. The head boy had ignored him, apparently, but Leon had given him a look of approval. He wasn't sure why, but that just made his smile grow larger.
Man, today was gonna be a good day!
He took notes along with the others, his lettering messy and skipping words he felt were 'extra'. He couldn't help but smile as that crazy Hufflepuff, Lorraine Cunningham once again displayed her awesome imagination for the world to see. He could get used to having her as a classmate. He didn't supply his own opinion to the professor, however, because between the people who'd already spoken up, he felt it was pretty much covered.
Besides, theory had never been his strong point. He much prefered practical practice.
He glanced over at Micha, over there talking to the other Slytherins in her Micha way, and wondered what she thought of the class before quietly focusing back on his paper, a small smile on his face.
Good day, good day. For now he'd keep his head down, he had nothing to add to the class anyway.
Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 2, 2010 20:15:11 GMT -5
Micha nodded as the Prefect spoke to her, explaining why he had been doodling. "I understand," she said after a moment. "I will assist in any way I can to keep him away, then." It seemed the Head Boy was a bit of a busybody, always wanting to stick his nose where it didn't belong. She detested that sort of person.
Another Slytherin joined them, this a boy she hadn't met before that introduced himself as Cyan and then went on to mangle their Prefect's name. Micha showed no reaction to any of this, but once he had finished speaking offered up her own name.
"Cyan, I am Micha Volkov. Same House, Fifth year."
The Professor spoke up, beginning the lesson, and Micha's eyes followed the words written on the board meticulously. She was more of a hands-on person, as it was how she had been raised, but she did not mind lessons like this, either. A question was asked by the pretty young Professor, and almost at once a sloppy-looking blonde spoke up, her answer inane and entirely unrelated, and then the Head Boy and Leon followed in turn, further explaining out the answer. How very good for them.
Micha remained quiet, tapping the feathered end of her quill against her mouth as she waited for the real part of the lesson to begin.
The cute Asian girl Cyan nearly head-butt/kissed waved at him from across the room, and he waved back automatically, a natural smile on his face. Various other students trickled in, one of which was a hufflepuff who sat behind Phugs. (This was rather interesting, considering Phugs had sat in the far right of the back row. But, whatever.)
A whole bunch of intriguing expressions crossed Phugs Charadin's face.
Alright, maybe his name was really Phugsius Charadus and maybe Cyan screwed it up on purpose. But, hey, the prefect hadn't argued or corrected him on anything. Phugs Charadin it is.
"Nice to meet you," he replied to a very beautiful dame, speaking quietly since it looked like the professor would start the lecture soon. Micha seemed a bit--What was the muggle term?--robotic. But, hey, she was pretty hot.
Not nearly as hot as the teacher, but really cute anyway.
Cyan quickly began jotting down notes, fully intending to be this teacher's pet. Not in any S&M kind of way at all. Of course.
A discussion seemed kind of boring, but hey the teacher was hot.
"I... I like Lucky Charms marshmallow cereal. They make my milk change colors, like green, it's usually green... So charms change colors of things and, and make things shiny? Like your leg? It's pretty."
Wait, what?
Cyan kind of blinked at this. Cereal. Seriously. Cereal. Blink. Muggle-brand cereal? Wasn't charming food and selling it to muggles illegal or something? And how exactly did any of that answer make sense?
Oh. Of course. That hufflepuff was a joker, alright. No one could be serious about anything as far-fetched as that. He snickered (very quietly). Perhaps he should try to make friends with that person. She seemed like fun. Who would throw out cereal as an answer anyway, right? How cool.
More importantly... The totally sexy teacher had a metal leg? What, was she a rump raider pirate (you damn censor) or something? Sweet. He hadn't even noticed that before.
Some random kid in the front totally turned this definition convo into some time-warping thing. The fox-dude sneaked into class late and, as with the chick from before, sat in a row that had magically appeared behind the last row occupied by Phugs. How strange. Was this desk-number-changing thing normal or what? Another kid brought up muggles, suggesting that you weren't a wizard if you couldn't do a decent charm. Well, that was kind of harsh.
Cyan glanced around, observing that his house wasn't doing anything. Well, whatever, they knew best. He'd only just arrived after all.
Imitating his sempais, he sat quietly in a big post of nothing and silently twiddled his thumbs on his lap.
His eyes, however, were more certainly on the elf-like (not house-elf-style, thankyouverymuch) pirate professor.
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Post by Morgan Pendragon on Dec 4, 2010 23:56:34 GMT -5
Morgan was truly enjoying the responses from her class, although she, as everyone else was surprised that Felix wasn't the first one to venture an opinion. She waited until she was sure everyone who was going to speak had spoken up before replying to each of them in turn.
"Miss, Cunningham, is it? Very interesting analogy. Although I have never eaten Lucky Charms cereal, I suppose it will be useful for those of you that have. As for my leg, It's true that it has several charms placed upon it, although a shininess charm isn't one of them." She turned to the class at large, to continue.
"My leg is made of silver, because, as you've no doubt learned from other professors, silver is a very good conductor of magic. That means that the charms that are on it, to make it behave as a natural leg and such, will be far more potent and long lasting. Take five points for hufflepuff, Miss Cunningham, for your simply fascinating analogy and observational skills."
Now, she looked over at Felix. "Ah, Mr. Genero, I thought you might have something to add. And, though I can't comment on whether or not one's placement in time changes one's perceptions of charms, I have to disagree with you about curses and charms being inherently different. For example, if I, or someone, was to cast, oh, I don't know, the bat-bogey hex on you, wouldn't that hex cause your, um, bogeys," she had to pause a moment so as to hold in an unseemly giggle, "to assume the shape of bats and begin attacking you? This is hardly normal behavior for mucus. Therefore, it qualifies as a charm."
She paused again, to compose herself for the more serious subject she was about to breech. "This also means that more serious curses, and even the Unforgivables, especially and most pointedly in the case of the Imperius Curse, are also Charms. After all, it is hardly normal for others to bend blindly and unquestioningly to one's will, or to experience intense pain without cause, or to suddenly and for no other reason to die. And, so, Mr. Foster, you are quite right. Charms are very much what separates wizards from Muggles. You and Mr. Genero earn five points each for gryffindor for sharing your opinions. And, it is, I believe the backbone of magic, and the single most important reason for the International Statue of Secrecy."
She paused again, to let that sink in. "In my opinion and experience, most muggles only like the idea of magic. Unless it's someone they already know, if they were to bump into a particular, real as stone witch or wizard, there is usually trouble. Mostly because they want magic to solve all their problems for them, which it just can't do. Magic is a powerful tool, but it is just that, a tool." She looked up at her class. "Now, unless anyone would like any of those points clarified, or has something of their own to add, I believe we may be ready for the next part of the lesson."
((OOC: My next post will be Monday, around 3:00 PM. You have until then to make a point about theory, before we move on to the practical portion of the lesson))
Post by Niobe Wattson on Dec 5, 2010 21:21:06 GMT -5
Niobe felt sick to her stomach as she tried to make herself as small as possible. This was worse than asking someone who hated public speaking to get up and give a presentation. She knew that any moment the Professor would start telling them to work on some charm or another and the Huffelpuff knew her time to cause disaster would come then as well. Luckily nobody had sat near her and so there was nobody to harm. However Morgan started going on about theory of charms and Niobe tried to be as attentive as possible. There was a little bubble of resistance happening in her brains as the Professor spoke and she knew she wasn’t agreeing with what was being said.
Timidly the red head raised her hand and tried to make her voice go above a whisper. At least talking about Charms didn’t make her puke. If this Professor was going to give an odd definition of the magic that they were practicing then it wasn’t going to help Niobe learn it at all.
“Professor, I don’t know if I agree with you there. Transfiguration isn’t Charms, and that causes objects to act how they normally would not. A rat wouldn’t act as a teapot but it does when we transfigure it. And would classifying all those aspects of magic as Charms be kind of…narrowing? It seems that defining Charms as something that causes another thing to act against it’s nature would be defining the entirety of magic in Charms and that just isn’t so.” There was a little bit of courage as Niobe spoke. It wasn’t in her nature to argue with a Professor but none of this made any sense. “And if it was just Charms that separated us from muggles, wouldn’t muggles be able to brew a Potion or transfigure whatever they wished?” Muggles could not do that, and Niobe knew it wasn’t just charms that separated the two worlds.
If it was she would be considered a muggle herself because of the wandwork involved with Charms. Niobe was trying to be polite as possible, but someone had to speak up and add this critical aspect to the class.
Post by Nadia Fairchild on Dec 5, 2010 23:03:34 GMT -5
Ugh. Theory.
Nadia hated theory.
Still, she paid attention as best she could, not wanting to get a bad grade because she was too busy hating theory to absorb any of the information. However, she added nothing to the conversation, wanting to get to the actual casting of spells as soon as possible.
So, she was relieved when the professor seemed ready to get a move on at last. Only, before they were given the next part of the lesson, some hufflepuff chick had to shoot her mouth off. And, what she was saying didn't even make any sense either.
"What?" Nadia asked, not able to keep her mouth shut any longer. It was a weakness of hers. "Were you listening to the same lecture I heard? Because like, all of your points make like, less than zero sense." Her tone wasn't harsh or accusatory, more like Nadia was thinking aloud to herself. "Like, when you transfigure a rat into a teapot, the rat isn't acting like a teapot, it is a teapot. Like, the rat is no more. It has ceased to be, and all that's left is a teapot. And, like, she never said that charms was like the only difference between wizards and muggles, just that it was one of the main ones. And anyway, that's what that other boy said in the first place."
She was babbling again, as usual, but she didn't care. "If you really wanted to get technical, you might say that potions are liquid charms. I mean, it's all stupid theory after all, not that it does any practical good when you've got a wand in your hands."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Dec 6, 2010 17:11:06 GMT -5
Phugsius sat back in his chair and listened to the banter flying around the room. It seemed almost everyone who spoke had definitions or theories. The prefect grew slightly annoyed. Why did it matter? Morgan was right, magic was a tool to be used. Who cared how they were classified? As long as the tool works why question what it is?
Phugsius had been using charms for a good long while. See, Hogsmeade was a rough area, and all you had time to do was learn the charms and practice them. Why worry about the superfluous things like what is a charm and what isn't? If vampires were working to surround you, are you really going to care if What you're using is classified as a charm? Call him Fitty Cent, but, as long as the spell worked who needed to know anything else?
Then Niobe timidly spoke up. It was cute how timid she was. It made him think back on the days where he would try and teach her to use her wand. It made him smile a little as he watched her speak. While he listened to Niobe speak, it was evident that her confidence in the subject at hand was low, at best. He knew from experience why she had no confidence in this subject.
Another voice broke into Phugsius' mind. It was one of the Gryffindors. Her response seemed rude and mock-intellectual. This girl obviously knew nothing and her rude response was just a cover up. Phugsius had about four equally as rude responses on the tip of his tongue. So with an annoyed look on his face and inflection in his voice, the prefect responded from the back of the room towards the girl who had just spoken up.
"It would seem to me that you were listening to the lecture about Lucky Charms, more than the lecture our professor was giving." The prefect leaned forward, "I'd go so far to say you might have had more success in responding to THAT lecture. So obviously, her reasoning makes zero sense to you because comprehending the topic at hand is clearly out of your league."
Phugsius looked to Morgan for clarification as he spoke with a more respectful manner towards her, "Is it not true, professor that there are a vast variety of transfiguration spells that can make objects grow wings and fly around? Is it not also true that when a wizard transfigures himself into a cat he is still the wizard, just that he made his body look like a cat's body? I'd also speak from experience when I say there are transfiguration spells that can turn you to a younger or older age. The human body doesn't normally grow younger as time goes on. All of the examples I've stated make things act as they normally wouldn't. Should they be considered charms then?"
Phugsius sat back in his seat again and gave a quick look towards Niobe and then back to the rude Gryffindor girl, "And saying that potions are liquid charms is just plain absurd for so many more reasons than I have time in this class period to try and explain to you. I suggest that the next time you want to attack someone for asking questions in a classroom, you should know what you're talking about."
Phugsius crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at the Gryffindor in a "come at me" fashion. "Her questions, while they could have been phrased better, make absolute sense to me why someone would ask them. Attacking her for asking them is absolutely ridiculous."
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Dec 6, 2010 18:44:24 GMT -5
Ryo was writing furiously onto his paper. The theories and counter theories the students provided were almost more informative than the professor's lecture.
He switched pens quickly as one ran dry so as not to miss more of the theoretical debate. Personally, he felt Niobe and Nadia both had points. He didn't dare say anything to his Prefect though and he had to agree 'liquid charms' weren't quite right.
Well, not every lion was Felix for the better and the worse. He looked over his notes again and concluded that charms were non transfiguration wand magic. It was a bit of a poor definition but anything further was clearly up for debate. Well, it was better than Lucky Charms.
Post by Leon Foster on Dec 6, 2010 20:35:34 GMT -5
Leon was pleased he'd gotten points for his house. He hadn't thought his comment had been much, especially not points worthy, but Lorraine's comment had also gotten points. He supposed it wasn't about how important the contribution was, but just that he had said anything at all. After Professor Pendragon showed that she was rewarding people for their participation, a timid red-headed girl in the back of the class whom Leon had seen before but didn't know spoke up.
Her comment, though nervous, was very aggressive. When she was finished speaking, Leon turned around to defend himself. Before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by the girl in the corner he had never seen before. Her way of speaking was very slangy, but she had good points. Then she brought up 'liquid charms' and the young wizard didn't agree with that at all. He thought about it for a moment, and suddenly a thought hit him that she may have had a point there too.
Only now before he could speak, the Slytherin Prefect in the back went on an openly aggressive tirade towards the girl who had spoken. When Phugsius had finished, Leon finally spoke up, "Phugsius, come on, this is class, not a fight. She had some good points." He turned to look at the red-headed girl, "now, I never said that charms were the only thing that separated wizards from muggles. What separates wizards from muggles is magic as a whole, obviously. What I mean to say is that wizarding society is mostly changed due to Charms. Charms change everything, the way we cook, the way we do our jobs, the way we contact one another. Muggles have to make machines...uh...things that force stuff to happen on their own, for that."
He continued, turning to look at Phugsius, "now what you said, about using transfiguration to make something 'grow wings'...that's not transfiguration, that's definitely a charm. Transfiguration allows you to change something into something possessing wings, or changing a part of an animal or an object's body to resemble wings, and then hoping those wings fly. I'd say that Charms force something to act in a way that it normally doesn't, while Transfiguration changes something into something that it's not. Like Nadia said, a rat turned into a teacup isn't acting like a teapot, it is a teapot. That's transfiguration. If it were Charms, it'd just be a rat that was blowing smoke out its mouth and whistling loudly. Unless, of course, you changed the inside of the rat's stomach to produce smoke and...well, you get the point. Sure, they're similar, but I guess you could say that that is just magic as a whole...being able to stop playing by the rules of reality."
He took a deep breath, and looked back at Nadia, "as for...liquid charms, I think that might be stretching it. I see what you mean, because potions are stirred with a wand and the ingredients take on our magic by responding to our charms, but the ingredients and the chemistry have just as much a part in it as the initial magic." When he'd finally said all he needed to, he turned back to the front of the room and the Professor. His mind raced with all the stuff he might have left out, or what he might have phrased better.
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Post by Cassandra Robinson on Dec 7, 2010 2:16:31 GMT -5
Cassandra dutifully and meticulously paraphrased the ongoing discussion around her into her notes, even with her skepticism of how the statement about some marshmallow-y breakfast dish her youngest brother enjoyed the most could possibly relate to anything at all. Certainly, one of the classic examples of a charm would be slightly changing the appearance of something, such as color, why anyone would even think of using cereal as a springboard for discussion was beyond her.
She was not, of course, in any way shape or form, jealous of that Hufflepuff's...creativity. Memorization and application of tried-and-true examples was perfectly fine in her opinion.
The Ravenclaw quietly cleared her throat after the Gryffindor boy finished speaking, then, after directing a pointed, exasperated look at Phugsius that communicated nothing short of you are a Prefect please act like one and help keep order not disrupt it, neatly set her quill down and straightened her posture. "I feel the nature of magic for what spells are classified as 'charms' does not change the essence of the particular object of which the charm is applied. For instance, color changes are one of the most basic of charms. The object itself and what components it is made of do not change, but the outward appearance does. Something that is classified as 'transfiguration,' then, would be something that changes the fundamental makeup of an object, such as the rat turning into a teapot example that was previously mentioned. The rat no longer has the bones and muscles of a rat, nor does it act like one, but is constructed as a teapot and is no longer animate."
"While I don't agree completely with the wings explanation previously mentioned, as I find it difficult to imagine something would be able to sprout wings and fly without having some part of the object changed--and therefore transfigured--into wings, I do agree that charms seem to be magic that forces something to act in a certain way but does not inherently change anything about the composition of the object."
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