⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 84 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus (red fox) Professor of Alchemy _______________
Vihaan excused himself from the professors’ table when he saw the new prefects lead the small class of Slytherin first years to the dorm. There wasn’t exactly a protocol for this sort of thing, but seeing as the switch up of Slytherin Head of House had only been announced at the Opening Feast, Vihaan hadn’t met all the Slytherin prefects he was expected to work with. He hoped that they would come to find him in his office— but for those that didn’t already know him from Alchemy, he hoped to curtail some awkwardness and meet them in the Common Room. Plus, he was expected to make an effort beyond the Alchemy students now. It could start by getting used to the Slytherin faces.
Keeping his unobtrusive fox form, Vihaan hopped onto a couch and sank his head between his paws as he waited for the students to arrive. He let the fifth year prefects do their duty and wait until the first years dispersed before approaching the unfamiliar prefects–as a human, of course.
“Hullo. Vihaan Sur Narain. I am the new Head of House succeeding Professor Hill, and simply wanted to introduce myself because we will be working together.”
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settingSlytherin Common Room || with Slytherin Prefects appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing brown cardigan and vest outfit status THINK/FEELING _______________ //OOC: All Slytherin prefects tagged (See under the cut). If your prefect is in Alchemy, assume they know him; he's been at Hogwarts for 12 years now. If not, they probably only seen him in passing or taking a walk. He is quite tall, if not a fox.
Cat Waffle
♦ Joseph Abegglen ♦ 7th Year ♦ ♦ Wallace Saylor ♦ 5th Year ♦
Cinnabun Gryffie
♦ Daphne Greensborough ♦ 6th Year ♦
Oyehh
♦ Benjamin Lewis ♦ 6th Year ♦
Stefan Lee Salvatore
♦ Kathy Thomas ♦ 5th Year ♦
NPC prefect for anyone to puppet: ♦ Versilica O'Suilleabhain (NPC) ♦ 7th Year ♦
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2023 1:39 am
⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 86 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus Professor of Alchemy _______________
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon two weeks after classes had started. Most students were off at clubs or studying, and of the Slytherins just hanging out, many had been lured away for lunch.
On an armchair near the fireplace was a fox reading a book. At least, it looked like it might have been– the book was propped open by a paw, and the page was right-side up. As they left, a few of the older students had given the fox an affectionate ruffle on the head or held their hands out for a high-paw or nose-bump. But now the fox’s eyes seemed to be closed. The pressure on the book slackened, and the cover closed a tad, sandwiching the fox’s head between the pages.
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settingMid-Saturday in mid-September 2059, Slytherin Common room || with Csuri first year appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing fox form status zzz _______________ //OOC: -------
”Cinnabun Gryffie"
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Slytherin Common Room xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Some older lady studying, and some pets xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Trying to Figure out Transfiguration xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?This class makes no sense
Csuri had been trying to find a quiet place to study, but a group of rowdy boys had overtaken the library, so she headed back to her own Common Room. Surely it would still be crowded, but maybe her dorm would be abandoned... Upon walking in the common room, it was surprisingly pretty empty. There was an older girl hunched over a desk in the corner, a pile of books surrounding her. The only other living things here were pets, an owl on a chair, a cat sprawled on the rug in front of the fireplace, and a fox? Who had foxes for pets? Oh well, everything about the magic world was weird.
She sighed softly, walking over to the plush couch in front of the fire. From this angle, the fox seemed like it was reading a book, which was silly, but... perhaps? Either way, it's what she needed to do. Kicking off her boots, she curled her feet below her, grabbing out her Transfiguration textbook and her notes. Of all the classes, this one simply made no sense. Some of the other professors said the kids could stay after for solo-practice, but Csuri didn't want to admit defeat. Not yet, anyway. Opening the book to the first chapter, she sighed over the words. Why was this listed as a basic class, rather than one of the complex electives? She'd rather take like half the electives before this confusing mess.
⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 86 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus Professor of Alchemy _______________
For a peaceful quarter of an hour, the Common room was quiet aside from the sounds of pages flipping and flames crackling. Then the book in front of the fox tipped forward and slipped off. With the thump of the book falling to the ground, the fox perked awake. He hopped off, nudging the book properly closed and smoothing a corner with a paw before picking the book up with his teeth and setting it on the table.
Awake, the fox stretched, looking about. The owl by the fire fluffed its feathers, flying out of reach just in case, but this fox wasn’t interested in bird-snack. One ear turned curiously towards the first year at the same coffee table. He watched for a minute as she glowered and glared at the text—the fox hopped onto the table and sat across the way, checking out the text—ah, transfiguration.
For a while, the fox seemed to just sit and watch the object of her frustration, as though reading the text itself—that is, assuming foxes could read upside down, much less read at all.
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settingMid-Saturday in mid-September 2059, Slytherin Common room || with Csuri first year appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing fox form status a human struggling with transfiguration _______________ //OOC: -------
”Cinnabun Gryffie"
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Slytherin Common Room xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Some older lady studying, and some pets xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Trying to Figure out Transfiguration xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I should've just stayed at Wool's forever.
Csuri was rapidly growing more frustrated by the words. They made no sense at all! How did the math factor into this, and why was it even needed! It wasn't like they had an algebra class in this stupid school. Not that she'd have been too pleased about maths class anyway. At least at stupid primary school, she was able to go into remedial maths class, even if she hated it. Flipping another page, she felt a bubble of annoyance settle in her chest.
After realizing she was probably never going to understand the class, Csuri slammed the book closed and threw it onto the couch beside her. Over in the chair, the fox seemed to be watching her, which was a little unnerving. "I'm not giving up. I'm just. Done for now." Her voice was quiet, a steely tone to her words. Why was she explaining this to someone's pet anyway? Glancing over her shoulder, the older girl hadn't seemed to notice anything, still working hard on her own studies.
Grey eyes looked down at the floor a moment, then back over to the fox. "You can't judge me anyway. Not like you're a master transfigurer-er." She curled up a bit more, grey eyes moving to watch the dying fire for a moment. After a deep sigh left her, Csuri ripped out the page from her notes, mostly with questions for the teacher (if ever she worked up the nerve to ask), then crumpled it up and tossed it to the cinders. Maybe eventually she'd be able to do any sort of magic. For now, she was sitting at probably the worst magic user in the whole entire school. The whole world, perhaps... including the muggles and squibs.
⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 86 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus Professor of Alchemy _______________
The girl was getting more annoyed. Abruptly, she slammed the book shut and threw it onto the couch beside her. The fox didn’t flinch, but he did sit up. She explained she wasn’t giving up, just done for now. Oh, okay then.
She continued mumbling, more to herself than to him that he couldn’t judge her. Well, no. Vihaan wouldn’t consider himself a master transfigurationist. He had done well in the class as a Hogwarts student, but that was–quite literally, over half a century ago. There were fourth years being tested on transfiguration that had only been theoretical back when he was in school. The world over there were plenty of masters at transfiguration and even they thought they had more to learn. But all that wasn’t what this young student was struggling with, and it probably wouldn’t make her a better witch to bring that up now. Given it was still quite early in the school year, she was presumably frustrated by the basics and fundamentals of transfiguration. And that, as an alchemy professor, he ought to be able to help with.
Goal: Help the student master whatever's stumping her. No, wait, that was probably a bit ambitious for a Saturday afternoon, and he wasn't working right now. Goal: Restore the student to studying condition. Perhaps restore some confidence in understanding transfiguration.
But the girl had said she was done for now. She curled up and sighed before ripping out and crumpling a page from her notes. She tossed it, and whether she meant for it to just go away or to burn it, it landed in the dying cinders of the fireplace. With a yelp, the fox leapt off the chair and batted it away from the flames.
Part of him–the human professor half probably–wanted to uncrumple the ball and see what she had given up, maybe explain some of it. But the fox half was excited by a paper ball.And maybe, he thought, that would be more helpful for her right now.
So, indulging the canine part of himself, the fox bounded after the ball and came back, depositing the crumpled paper ball on the coffee table and nosing it over to her before sitting up. He barked once, as though encouraging her to throw it again.
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settingMid-Saturday in mid-September 2059, Slytherin Common room || with Csuri first year appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing fox form status a human struggling with transfiguration _______________ //OOC: -------
”Cinnabun Gryffie"
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Slytherin Common Room xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Some older lady studying, and some pets xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Trying to Figure out Transfiguration xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Why is a fox playing fetch?
The second Csuri threw her notes, she felt a bubble of shame. What would her parents think if they saw her giving up? Probably nothing, because they were garbage too, but still. It wasn't like she had any other parental figures, especially because her grammy was surely passed by now. At a small noise, Gray eyes widened as she watched the fox leap for the fire, carefully batting the ball of paper away from the fireplace. It didn't take long before the fox had delivered a hot ball of paper back to Csuri, looking keen to continue the game.
A small hand reached out to grab the paper, which she shoved into her pocket. Instead, she grabbed a different page, this one containing scribbles while she'd tried to save her dying pen. Crumpling it into a ball as well, Csuri tossed it a little ways away. Her head tilted a bit, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Honestly, a bit of amusement rose up, despite her face still betraying her upset. Hopefully she wouldn't get in trouble for playing with someone's pet... though if it was out and about, it was probably okay. As long as she didn't feed it or let it any closer to the fire.... "Go on, go get it." Her normal monotone voice lilted, ever so slightly, before falling back to it's normal cadence. Another sigh left her as she set her notebook aside, adjusting her stance to rest her sock-clad feet on the rug.
⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 86 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus Professor of Alchemy _______________
The girl seemed almost surprised when the fox nosed the crumpled paper ball back to her, but she played along–interestingly though, she stuffed that page into her pocket, tore out another page and tossed it a ways away. The fox turned towards the direction she’d thrown it in before giving chase with a happy chirp. He slunk underneath a nearby table and again returned. He deposited the ball next to the pocket the other paper ball had vanished in--or rather, at the sock-clad foot on the side of the pocket.
However the girl chose to interpret his actions, the fox was happy to chase any balls that were thrown. When she seemed to tire of the game though, the fox hopped up on the coffee table to paw at the girl’s notebook or textbook–whichever she seemed more keen to look through.
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settingMid-Saturday in mid-September 2059, Slytherin Common room || with Csuri first year appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing fox form status a human struggling with transfiguration _______________ //OOC: -------
”Cinnabun Gryffie"
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Slytherin Common Room xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Some older lady studying, and some pets xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Trying to Figure out Transfiguration xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Why am I talking to this fox?
Csuri watched as the fox hurried over to grab the new ball of paper she'd thrown, but this time, the pet dropped it next to the other she'd thrown. The girl huffed a sigh, grabbing the original ball of notes and tried to straighten the page against her book. "I know, I know. I really should get back to studying. It's just. Urgh. Y'know?" Grey eyes looked sadly over to the fox, who was now pawing at her notebook.
She lifted up her textbook once more, flipping back to the page she'd stopped on. "Why am I even talking to a fox. Not like you're gonna magically teach me Transfiguration. I don't even get it when the stupid teacher tries. Ugh. Maybe I'm just not cut out for magic." She sighed again, this one softer. If one were to pay enough attention, they'd note her shoulders drooping, the frown softening just a bit. She had always worried about her magical ability, given that she was sure she'd never done accidental magic before, but when she was eleven, she got the letter anyway. Maybe the people running the school just had a stupid sense of humor.
"It's not like it even matters. I'll probably figure it out, or I'll fail the class. Either way."
⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 86 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus Professor of Alchemy _______________
The girl bemoaned getting back to studying even as she straightened the first page. She went on grumbling about talking to a fox as though he were going to suddenly teach her transfiguration–err, definitely not time to shift back then? She sighed again and dropped her shoulders sadly– no, frustratedly, and mumbled yet another dejected remark.
The fox, in turn, turned his head at the notes and notebooks as though confused or curious, but really he was just turning so he could read her notes and figure out where the transfiguration class was. Vihaan’s alchemy students were, after all, were in their third year and had two solid years of transfiguration with the astute Professor Drage under their belts. Alchemy in general tended to attract students who had enjoyed transfiguration, and even if they were struggling, they had usually figured the basics out to by the time he encountered them.
He glanced between her notes and her expression and after a moment, whined quietly to get her attention. He tapped a claw against the pages of the notebook, pointing to the equation featured on the pages. He turned his head quizzically, asking with a whine if that was what was frustrating her so much.
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settingMid-Saturday in mid-September 2059, Slytherin Common room || with Csuri first year appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing fox form status a human struggling with transfiguration _______________ //OOC: Gryffie this is your cue to tell me what's up with what she's struggling with and how you want to play this scene.
”Cinnabun Gryffie"
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Slytherin Common Room xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Some older lady studying, and some pets xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Trying to Figure out Transfiguration xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?This fox is probably smarter than I am
Csuri held onto her book as the fox rooted around. This really was a weird pet. It almost looked like it was reading her notes. She turned a page in her book, a small frown settled on her lips. Grey eyes watched the animal in curiosity, then glanced over at the other girl at work. Was this her pet? Or someone else's? If she liked talking to people more, she could ask around, but she really, really didn't want to do that.
The fox whined quietly, his little paw almost directly patting the central equation to Transfiguration. "Yea, that there is where I'm caught up. I don't know if it's because maths is a nightmare, or I just... am too dumb to cast magic. But either way, nothing happens. See, watch." She rooted through her bag, before setting a matchstick on the table. Grabbing her wand (which so far seemed like a huge waste of money), she prepared to cast the spell.
"Acusignis"
She watched for a second as the matchstick seemed to shudder, before it simply lay flat once more. A sigh escaped her, and her frown seemed more disappointed than grumpy. Would Hogwarts kick her out if she couldn't figure out her magic? Would Wool's even want her back? She was already certain she wasn't wanted, much less loved, but she was at least somewhat tolerated...
⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 86 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus Professor of Alchemy _______________
The girl confirmed she was stuck on the transfiguration equation and murmured she wasn’t sure if it was because of the math or if she was too dumb to cast magic. Neither is true. But how do I get you to come to that realization on your own?
The girl tried the match to needle spell but barely managed to make it shudder.
Well she’s pronouncing it correctly at least.. Hm hm. How shall we proceed?
Perhaps something as simple as going through the equation piece by piece would help. He had a worksheet breaking down a similar equation for alchemy students that might help. There were a couple reasons why the spell wouldn’t work though, each hidden behind one of the letters: Perhaps she was pronouncing the word correctly but didn’t have a clear image of the desired needle or the match transfiguration in her head. Perhaps her wand bond wasn’t there yet– that was more a question for Elysia in wandlore though, and he was pretty sure Rick wouldn’t assign a spell that first years new to magic wouldn’t be able to cast with unfamiliar wands. Concentration was such an imprecise measurement– it had to include the spellcaster’s mental status and fatigue, how familiar they were with the spell and what parts could go wrong and how to fix those, how focused they were on the spell or on other spells, their confidence with the spell and wandwork in general–a whole mess of things.
But as the fox watched her frustration, he suspected this went beyond not quite envisioning a needle properly or not concentrating. The girl didn’t seem to be confident in her ability to cast magic in general. It was a question now of intentionality.
As he thought of how to express that, his eyes landed on the crumpled ball of paper that remained– she had reclaimed and straightened the first ball, but this one…Rather decisively, he covered the equation with a paw and gave a short bark. No more of this for now. We’ll find another way for you to understand this before coming back to it.
Abruptly, the fox snatched the ball up in its mouth and placed it next to the match. At first, he just batted it between his paws normally. Then suddenly he stopped, backed off from the ball, and growled at it. His squared up against it, eyes narrowed and ears flicked forward, fur raised to make himself look bigger. In animal behavior, this was clear: That paper ball was nothing and was going down. This time when he pounced, he flung it clear across the table.
Instead of chasing after it immediately though, the fox sat, wagging its tail a little with excitement and hope that the meaning came across clearly. Confidence, child!
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settingMid-Saturday in mid-September 2059, Slytherin Common room || with Csuri first year appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing fox form status a human struggling with transfiguration _______________ //OOC: -------
”Cinnabun Gryffie"
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Slytherin Common Room xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Some older lady studying, and some pets xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Trying to Figure out Transfiguration xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I did it? Well, kinda...
Csuri couldn't help but feel the weight of disappointment after her magic yet again failed her. The fox seemed to give up on watching her for a bit, taking the crumpled ball of paper in its mouth. The silly animal was being silly, and despite Csuri normally not wanting to play, she was curious. She'd never had a pet before, and couldn't help but admit it might be interesting. Maybe she would ask Luke and Steffi if she could get a pet one day. Then again, Wool's would be a horrible place to raise a pet...
The fox carried the ball over and set it beside the matchstick, so Csuri shifted to look at it a bit closer. The fox backed up, then got real poofy while growling. What was he up to? He pounced, sending the paper ball flying. Grey eyes watched as it bounced on the floor a few times, then rolled into the shadowy part of the room. "You're a weird little guy. Okay. Let's give it another try. Is that what you want?" She sighed, the drew a deep breath.
"Acusignis"
This time, the matchstick shuddered, then turned a silvery color. It actually changed a bit this time! Csuri picked it up, investigating the matchstick. "That's new..." She looked over at the fox, sending a determined nod. Maybe she was figuring it out? Maybe she just had to be like the silly animal. All puffed up and ready to go?
"Acusignis"
A shudder, followed by a change. It wasn't the neatest looking needle, but it definitely wasn't a matchstick anymore. She held it out, looking over at the fox. There was no way that she could have done this. Was the fox some kind of weird... luck thing? Or maybe something about letting her guard down... Setting the weird, match-needle hybrid back on the table, Csuri reached out to give the fox a little ruffle between the ears. She wasn't sure how, but something about him was definitely spooky.
⚗️🦊VIHAANSURNARAIN 86 years || Slytherin Head of House || halfblood animagus Professor of Alchemy _______________
Immediately the girl seemed to understand, trying again with more confidence. She seemed pleasantly startled when the matchstick turned silver, and picked it up with a determined nod and tried again. Excellent. This time she’d approached it with a firm command, and the spell made the matchstick into even more clearly a needle. The girl gave him a little ruffle between the ears and the fox seemed to smile, its little eyes shrinking into contented slits to accept the petting with an encouraging bark.
Once she was done petting, the fox bounded off as though going after the paper ball again. Instead, he returned with a thin volume flipped open to the chapter on “Flipendo”-- Vihaan didn’t know if Ernesto--Professor Valdez-- had them learning about and practicing Flipendo yet, but he was pretty sure it would be around the same time. And this was a perfect spell for demonstrating that confident, commanding nature that spellcasting sometimes required– and more importantly, that the girl seemed to need more of.
The fox pushed the book next to the girl’s foot, deposited the paper ball next to it and stood back. Once again, he puffed himself up, he puffed himself up, narrowed his eyes, crouched as though ready to pounce, and let the low growl rumbling at the back of his throat give way to a single, commanding bark. This time though, instead of whacking the ball away, he just sat back up, watching the girl with wide, eager eyes and a slight wag to his tail.
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settingMid-Saturday in mid-September 2059, Slytherin Common room || with Csuri first year appearance 6’3”, a little extra || wearing fox form status a human struggling with transfiguration _______________ //OOC: -------
”Cinnabun Gryffie"
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Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and name In defense of our dreams We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell 🦊⚗️ "Kings and Queens" by Thirty Seconds to Mars, cover by Wine and Warpaint
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Slytherin Common Room xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Some older lady studying, and some pets xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Trying New Magic xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I did it! I did a spell!
Csuri was excited that she'd made the magic work to some degree, giving the fox a little pat on the head. He barked happily, earning the faintest grin from the girl. The silly animal bounced around, so Csuri tossed the paper ball at him once more. This time, he brought back a book, turned to a specific magic spell. Okay. That was weird. There was no way this fox could read... right? Much less knew what classes she was in.
"You're a weird little guy. But this spell... I think we're supposed to learn it next week. Okay. Do you want me to try it?" She asked softly, grey eyes showing a bit of concern. She already struggled with the magic assigned, but if this weirdo fox thought she was ready... well, she'd give it a try. "Flip... wait, is it just like it sounds, Flipendo? She asked, wand askew in her hand. The fox set the paper ball back, getting all fluffed up and ready to leap.
Okay. so this spell could repel people... or explode fragile objects? Sounded dangerous. Oh well. She pointed her wand over toward a rather ugly vase on the fireplace mantle, then drew a deep breath. "Flipendo?" Her voice was soft, a bit questioning of the spell. The fox barked, and she nodded. Was he telling her to be more commanding? This was a weird animal, for sure.
"Flipendo!"
This time, she spoke the spell a bit stronger, her voice a bit louder. Sparks flew from her wand, just in time to hit the vase, which shattered in a million pieces. "Oh jeez! That was way more than I expected. Hopefully that vase wasn't important." From the other side of the room, where the older girl was studying, came a quick "Reparo! Wingardium Leviosa!" That made the Vase knit itself back together, then float up to return to its spot on the mantle. Csuri glanced over, but the older girl was already back to her studies.
Csuri looked back at the fox, now that her damage was fixed up, she let herself have a nervous laugh. She tugged a lock of her hands, a grin on her face for the first time in a long while. Whatever this fox was, he was some kind of good luck charm. Maybe he could help with all her other classes.
⚗️🦊VIHAAN SUR NARAIN
