Transfiguration: 1.1

[Devin Brady]

Devin Brady sat awaiting his new students, a smile sitting on his face. But the smile wasn't as genuine as he wished it to be. In all honesty he did want to be here, but there were so many other things that he could be doing, so many things that needed to get done. In all honesty, this was hardly the Professor all the other students had met last year. No that Brady would have been well dressed, clean shaven and raring to go. This was not that man at all. His robes were wrinkled and dirty, his hair greasy enough to rival even Severus Snape's. His eyes bore large bags under them, and he hadn't shaved in days. Basically he looked like he was treading thin rope, almost as if he was a health risk. That was very possible of course, but he wasn't one to admit that. He wasn't going to look for help, because few people could be trusted, and unless he was sure they could be trusted, they were little help.

Of course there were the few that could be trusted, but even then he couldn't burden them. They were the too young, too busy, or too new to understand. Obviously he couldn't go to the students, he couldn't ask there help, it would be immoral and just plain wrong. Then again they would prove little help, they needed experience they didn't have, and energy they couldn't give. Then there was... Raynor. He had thought of speaking with Raynor, yes of course he had thought of that, but she was far too busy. He knew that with the school having such recent problems, and all the staffing faults that he couldn't add weight to her busy schedule, no he was stuck on his own.

But that wasn't why he was here today. No today he was here to mold the minds of the young, those minds that needed molding. And of course this was probably his most important class, after all, he needed to make at least some impression on the first years. Then again he might as well resign back to the crazed ex-auror title with the way he looked. He frowned a little as he took out his wand and waved it at the board behind him. Immediately the chalk went to work, quickly scribbling out BEGINNERS TRANSFIGURATIONS: Matches to Needles.

Now all that was left was to wait, soon enough the young minds would clutter into his room, but until then he would wait... too tired to risk resting, and too weak to keep occupied.

[kopo]

Kopo had made it through sorting without being killed as she had almost been led to believe by the gossip of the other first years prior to her sorting. She was happy with her house for now but was worried about living up to its name. If she did crash and burn, there was nothing she could only hope to escape with minimal damage. But for now she was happy and excited as she hurried towards Transfiguration. This was the class she was looking forward to the most.

Full of excitement she opened the door and stepped inside. It was a rather disappointing sight. The Professor looked rather like a drug addict to her eyes. He was deshelved and just didn't look like a teacher should. She smiled at him all the same, nodded in greeting and said, "Hello Professor." Before taking a seat near one of the back rows towards the very end. She pulled out the needed supplies and looked over the professor again before deciding that it was to soon to make any judgments about him.

[Isabella Huntington]

Transfiguration. This was the class where they would turn one object into another. Izzy didn't understand why they would need a separate class for it when they already had Charms, but then again, she didn't understand a lot in the wizarding world. Despite having magical blood running through her veins, it wouldn't be all that surprising if one were to mistake her as a Muggle - she had spent the majority of her life living in a Muggle world, and even when her family finally moved back home to England, she still didn't pay much attention when her mother used magic. She never even bothered to open up one school book prior to arriving at Hogwarts. Izzy might as well be a Muggle - she had actually been somewhat surprised to learn that "abrakadabra" wasn't even a real spell. Go figure.

After narrowly avoiding having a staircase take her down to the first floor instead of the fourth, Izzy spent less time slowly making her way to class. Instead, she walked at a rather fast pace as her eyes stayed fixed, looking out in front of her. If she didn't run into any more problems, she could actually be on time for another class today.

Once she reached the classroom, Izzy paused at the door to look inside. It was empty, with only one student in it. So she actually was on time. Hah.

Izzy entered the classroom slowly, taking a look around. Her green eyes scanned the room until they landed on the professor, who, it turned out, was also the Head of Gryffindor. The red head did a double take as she looked at the man, who really looked like absolute hell. His appearance was almost frightening, with his wrinkled robes, exhausted facial expression, and hair in desperate need of washing. Izzy wasn't sure whether to feel bad for the man or frightened by him. In the end, she decided that he was probably having a bad day, so she flashed him a small smile before her attention focused on the one other student in the room.

The Gryffindor made her way over to the girl and smiled. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, pointing at the seat next to the Ravenclaw.

[Carys Abendroth]

The first year was anxious to get to class. It was something she'd always prided herself on, punctuality. Sydney approached the Transfiguration classroom with excitement. Transfiguration had always interested her, and she'd spent hours with her father, watching him perform small Transfigurations again and again. Now she'd finally be able to learn how it was done. Well not at first, but with practice and diligence. Syd was confident she could master Transfiguration.

But her excitement subsided when she took one look at her Professor. This was to be their Professor? Sydney wondered if the hermit look was in this season, as his unshaven face provided evidence that his last shave hadn't been in days. Was Transfiguration that difficult? Would Sydney look like that by the time class was over? She hoped not, her mass of curly hair had been quite difficult to tame this morning. Finally she had given up, and plaited it into a single braid, which now lay perfectly down her back.

Syd gathered her parchment and quill, and decided to copy down what was on the board. It looked like they'd begin small, and Sydney sighed. She'd been afraid that for her first class, she'd need to perform some HUGE transfiguration. But apparently, she really didn't need to worry.

[Christian Nagle]

Okay, so Chris wasn't first to the class, although he had run all the way up to the fourth floor to get here in time, but whatever... no big deal. It was the ladies' time to shine. Great.

As he took a seat, having run to get his books, skipping lunch and running up to the classroom, he breathed a sigh of relief. Too bad he'd forgotten his books in the other class. KC had been nice enough to offer her own, so Chris felt indebted to her - not a particularly great feeling for a guy, but he'd manage. Chris looked up at the man who was - wait... was that haggard looking old man their professor? Really? Chris spotted Izzy and Sydney in the room.

"Hey Izzy..." he whispered. "Whats up with the professor?" He meant no offense, of course; he was merely stating what he supposed was on the tips of everyone else's tongues.