Open Post: Switching Spells 5th Years

[sterntabby]

who: Professor McGonagall + 5th Year Transfiguration Students
what: Switching Spell Lecture
where: First Floor Transfiguration Room

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[rstrange_gq]

Transfiguration was a class Rabastan insisted on arriving on time. No one in his or her right mind would risk messing with McGonagall. As he sat down towards the middle of the classroom, he chuckled as he thought about how Alecto would most likely have the nerve to do just that, cross the Gryffindor Head at the smallest whim.

Surrounded by empty chairs, Rabastan sat back and waited for the class to start, which would any minute soon judging by the teacher’s ready stance at the front of the class. He sat quietly and attentive, preferring to draw no attention to him and leave it for the more eager students to answer questions, as was already usual for him.

[ablackflower]

Narcissa walked into the classroom two minutes before the start, each step just as graceful as the last, and slid into the seat beside Rabastan one of her two partners. Her brow furrowed when she realized that Regulus was nowhere to be found and wondered if he would show up to class on time, or at all, today.

She didn't raise her hand when Professor McGongall asked the class to answer a question. It wasn't like her to be one of the first to attempt to touch their fingers to the ceiling in hopes of a professor calling on her to provide an answer. She preferred to let the others stumble over their words to provide an answer, only to earn a few house points as a reward.

Leaning forward, she placed her elbows on the desk in front of her and rested her chin in hands as she listened to the Transfiguration professor further explain Switching Spells, their properties, and what they would be doing during today's lesson.

[rstrange_gq]

Rabastan watched Narcissa sit next to him, after which he went back to staring at the teacher. Sitting up straight, Rabastan scribbled something on a piece of parchment and tried to discreetly draw Narcissa’s attention to it. Not worth trying even to whisper - McGonagall could hear everything, whether you were at the front or at the back of the room. It was much easier to communicate through parchment on the table, where things could be confused with note taking.

A good day to you too, Miss Black.

[ablackflower]

Narcissa blinked as her Transfiguration partner slid a note in front of her. She peered down at the somehow messy, somehow neat handwriting on the small slip of parchment, read it with a raised eyebrow, and picked up her quill. Quickly dipping it in ink, she scribbled a response and discreetly pushed it back in front of Rabastan.

My apologies, I'm just a bit distracted today. I've got a lot on my mind.

[rstrange_gq]

Rabastan nodded as soon as he read the note and quickly scribbled back.

You are alright, though, right?

[ablackflower]

Hiding her smile with the hand resting on her cheek, she jotted down a few words and slid it back toward him.

I'm fine, Rab, I promise.