animate -> inanimate transfiguration

Judge could almost be counted on to make a scene or a grand entrance, he prided himself on being remembered whether it be through being a male whore or by bullying over people. The tall sixth year dashed through the crowd checking his useless pocket watch, "Jaysus I'm late," he grunted parting two first years with a rough shove, "Move it ye' brats or I'll blast yer' tiny arses!"

Then he saw her standing outside his next class, Greta Filcher, a fifth year Ravenclaw with silky blue and green tinted hair. Judge only talked (Seriously just talked!) to her after her boyfriend (a dick on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team) dumped her. Judge just wanted to rib the guy but landed a old fashioned stalker.

Both eyes locked dead on Judge and a looney person's smile cracked her face, "Judge oh I found you! I thought you had class here today."

His first instinct had been just run past her and into class.

Blast her with a spell! Or something lighter, like knock her books everywhere. After all she carried them all, bleeding Ravenclaws and their knowledge.

Greta had other plans and latched onto him with a hug, "Oh boyfriend I missed you so!"

"Jaysus Greta yer' squeezin' tha' shite out of me!" Judge wheezed trying to pry her off at the same time, "I also ain't yer' fookin' boyfriend."

Then the squeezing stopped and Judge was falling backwards into class! When he hit everything in his bag went scattering every which way, but Judge pulled his wand flicked it and slammed the door!

Empty.

He wasn't late after all! He groaned and fell on his back staring at the ceiling.

He didn't have much time to consider his inadequacies, however, as the students were already slamming the door.

Selwyn jerked around in time to see a boy fall flat on his back. Okay, not all the students.

"That looks painful," he remarked.

It may have sounded cold, but he couldn't help it. It was some kind of self preservation instinct, or so he thought. Selwyn never panicked, he just turned up the snark.

"You wanna note for the Hospital Wing? Could have a concussion," he suggested.

Jax had it planned the night before Transfiguration he had placed a dung bomb in Professor Thorfinn's desk. It wasn't a heavy one just a light one that shot out a puff of gas and stunk a room up a bit. But he like Victor was running late but it was of no fear to Jax because the second he was dressed he was out the window turning into a large white owl. He flew around to the Professor's window just to watch Judge fall in. He then began scraping on the window trying to be let in.

Jax had a skill for transfigurations, not that it was shocking considering the fact he was an animagus. But he couldn't not take it or he couldn't become an auror. He hooted furiously as he scratched the door trying to get let in.

Transfiguration was a class that Caelani halfway enjoyed. She liked to think she was passably good at it, too. Not as good as she was at her best classes, which she was best at because she didn't really have to try very hard at them. No matter what way you looked at it, transfig took effort.

There was a cat in the hallway. Gross. If there was one thing Calli hated, it was animals. And if there was one animal Calli hated more than any other, it was cats. Not only did she hate them, it was like the cats couldn't tell. The more she tried to keep them away from her, the more they wound around her ankles or climbed into her lap and ended up putting fur all over her clothes. It was the worst.

This cat, however, was incredibly large, and sitting outside the transfiguration classroom. And Caelani wasn’t stupid. So as much as she'd have liked to hex it, or otherwise chase it off, she grit her teeth and let the damn thing inside.

From there, though, things just got even more confusing.

"Thorfinn?" she queried. Of course it was him. Calli might have been several years younger but Selwyn Thorfinn was hard to ignore, sometimes literally.

"Is this yours?"

Jax flew straight into the air out of the Serval's reach before transforming back to human leaving behind a small bit of feathers. "I really need to stop rushing myself" He mumbled looking at the serval walking forward and patting her on the head. "Better luck next time professor" He mumbled so only she could hear it. He had read the entire list of animagi in the wizarding world finding that quite a few people in hogwarts were just regular wizards except for a few (himself included.)

He smiled walking to his desk in the back waiting for Professor Selwyn to open his desk and let the smell of the dung bomb out. "Hurry up mean form of a Veela" He mumbles remarking on how they look when they get pissed. "Like flame throwing she beasts" his father had once called them. He smirked as he pulled out a small bag from his pocket drawing his wand and tapping it "engorgio" he mumbles as it grew to regular size and he pulled out one Box turtle, and then his book. 

He looked down to the small turtle. "I really regret bringing you along" He mumbles "But I'll try to turn you into a bowl this time" He promised receiving a squeak  of reassurance.

Less than five minutes and already the class was in complete disarray. Selwyn was sure that was some kind of record.

A Slytherin girl old enough to remember him from school, though he had no idea who she was, came in accompanied by a great cat. Ugh, Selwyn was not a cat fan. He shrugged in answer to her question. Perhaps the animal belonged to one of the other professors, for it surely walked about as though it owned the place.

Next up was a tiny little Hufflepuff, who drew Selwyn's attention to the window as she made a beeline over there and let in an owl that had been scratching at the pane. But before Selwyn could say "no animals in the classroom," the owl had transformed into a student.

He raised an eyebrow. This really was going too far.

"Everybody stop whatever you're doing and sit the hell down!" he commanded.

The cat had taken up residence at the back of the room. Selwyn glared at it. Whatever. Whoever it belonged to would have to deal without their pet, because he pointed his wand toward the door, which closed once more and locked itself.

"I think we can get started now."

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Congratulations! If you haven't turned up yet, you are now locked out. Feel free to break in or whatever. The window's still open...

Judge collected himself quickly after his brush with his stalker. He gathered his books, and it was quick but his mind told his eyes that he had blood on his hands! The image was gone with closed eyes and deep breathes.

It was Noel's blood, it had been, and it was scene Judge had a hard time forgetting.

The tall lanky Slytherin took a seat straight in the back. Watching everyone. Watching everything. His name, Judge, was a perfect statement of his character. Judge didn't show it but he was excited about this class.

He looked over to judge smiling as he felt a stick of gum in his pocket. Oh it would be so easy just offer it to him He thought. He looked back ahead leaning forward waiting to see the professor open his desk. He and Box were both at the edge of the desk leaning as far forward as possible. Open it Darnit. He let out a few curses under his breath growing impatient.

He looked at Box and then back to where the Teacher's desk was. "Oh boy" He whispered as he gripped his desk. The longer the dung bomb would sit the worse the smell in the desk would be until it was opened up and released into the air.