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Minerva knew that students rarely made it to class on time these days (if at all) and so she left the following instructions on the board:


Today we will be turning straw into cheese straws. Please take a handful of straw from the table back to your work space.

A wand is required for this class. If you do not own one, see me. I have loaner wands you may use for this class.

Once you have all your supplies in order, you may begin with the lesson. Take a single straw and set it on your desk away from anything else. Point your wand at it and say the incantation "Caseum verto" while envisioning the straw turning into cheese. Do NO say "CaseUS verto" lest you turn part of yourself into cheese.

Once you have succesfully tranfigured three straws, call for me to come inspect your work. Do not eat your materials until I have inspected them!

If you require additional assistant, raise your hand and I will come help you.

Date: 2007-05-15 03:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notasmackhead.livejournal.com
This, of course, was the moment that Charlie - looking fairly cheerful, if a little ill - walked into the class. Well. Kinda... half-ran into the class, since he was pretty late. Not that the classes were all that important. But he'd made a resolution that he was going to do more things in the castle that didn't involve heroin, so here he was, and here was a screaming fiery person.

He'd forgotten that this castle was Hogwarts, and that running smack-bang into a burning doctor was the kind of thing you really had to expect on a daily basis.

With an unmanly yelp, Charlie flailed. "Argh! Um! Fire! Stop drop and roll! Someone get Jack!"

Date: 2007-05-15 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nervous-guy.livejournal.com
"Fire?! Oh, God, no! What's going on? Who's Jack?!" That probably wasn't all that important. FIRE. "Where?!"

Oh, right, on him still.

"Stop, drop and roll!" Doug repeated in a bit of a screech, automatically flopping onto the floor and rolling over hysterically, as if he'd just remembered the practice. The fire alighting his fanny pack hadn't been all that large - just a bit of a flame - and extinguished quickly, but it didn't stop the desk from burning onward as if this were a campfire.

Doug, of course, had to play things off like nothing had happened. This guy was cool-looking. He couldn't make a fool of himself! He jumped quickly to his feet, giving a nonchalant cough and leaning against the next nearest desk as his own kept burning cheerily in the background, unyielded. "Hey, what's up?"

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