Wednesday Afternoon, October 8th - 7th Year Transfiguration Class

[aysel_tamira]

What: Seventh Year Practical Transfiguration Class (double)
Where: Transfiguration Classroom
When: Wednesday, October 8 - AfternoonAysel set small cages with chicks in them on each desk, along with a small fishbowl full of water. She had found that this school had one rather gaping hole in the Transfiguration taught. They did very little with

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[knights_castle]

Walking into the classroom, she stopped short as she took in the classroom. Ok... So, she was one of those teachers. Feeling Ron bump into her, she looked back at him only to roll her eyes as his glazed over appearance. Oh for the love of... If it wasn't Fleur, it just had to be someone else. Huffing, she walked past Ron, making sure to tread on his foot before sitting at what she figured used to be their usual tables.

[brokenwand]

Ron simpered stupidly at the professor. She was definitely easier on the eyes than that old bat, McGonagall!

"Ow!" he said when Hermione's heel jammed into his foot. He blinked and sat down next to her, still smiling at the professor. "What was that for?" he tried to hiss, but it came out more like a half-forgotten thought.

[knights_castle]

She rolled her eyes as she took her book out and placed it soundly on the desk.

"That was for letting your hormones overrid your brain," she hissed, "again. If you do not pick your jaw up off the table, one of those chicks will take up nest in that big mouth of yours. Which would be quite the pity as they most likely would drown in all the drool you're producing."

[brokenwand]

He reluctantly closed his mouth and shot an apologetic look at Hermione.

"Sorry," he muttered, gulping and not looking at the professor anymore. "'m gonna have a bruise," he said with a small smile. "Not that I didn't deserve it," he hastily added.

[knights_castle]

She sighed as she shook her head.

"You did deserve it, even if it wasn't completely your fault. Considering her common coloration as Fleur and her effect on the male population," she said quietly as she gestured to the other boys in the classroom, "she's most likely part Veela. Although that's rather weird don't you suppose? Professor Lupin being sacked and them being allowed to hire a Veela hybrid to hold a position where she must see over hormonal teens? Personally I think a werewolf is safer in such circumstances."

[brokenwand]

Ron's eyes went wide. "Oh," he said. "I guess that would make sense..." he trailed off, watching Professor Tamira for a moment too long. "I mean, about the part-Veela thing," he said. "And yeah, I guess I see your point..."

[knights_castle]

She rolled her eyes as she opened her book, thwapping the cover down on Ron's hand.

"Just because she is part veela doesn't mean that it is alright for you to stare at her like you are undressing her with your eyes," she snapped. "Honestly, how are we going to learn anything in class if half of it is drowning in their own drool."

Although that did help explain why she would have a well in her classroom. After all, the drool had to drain somewhere.

[brokenwand]

Ron yelped and drew back his hand. "I'm not drooling," he griped quietly, then running a hand surrepitously across his mouth to make sure. He looked at Hermione and tried to ignore the professor. "I'm trying," he said quietly, giving her a small smile. "See?" He stared at his book, refusing to look at the professor.