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“Terribly undignified for a Slytherin,” Aurelia commented with a slight moue of distaste as she and Rhysenn walked into the Transfiguration classroom that day.
“Very, nearly blasphemous for her to be the way she is,” Rhysenn responded with a sad shake of her head.
"It's an insult to the House of Serpents, I agree. She'd bring down all its prestige with her horrid habit," returned Aurelia as she took her seat, directing a tight smile at the professor before turning to her friend once again.
"Not to mention the annoying whine of her wireless....oh I can be your baby boo? Should be one of the things on Filch's banned list...poncy diva boys who can't carry a tune," Rhysenn scoffed. The girls were talking about one of their dorm mates, a very annoying Kimmy Bristow, a first year who had just plastered the walls of their dorms with hideous (in Aurelia’s opinion) pictures of the magical boy band WizardBits.
Just then, Professor Weasley-rather grumpishly, it might be noted-started the lesson and Aurelia forgot all about the irritating boy band as her attention snapped to the professor’s words. Buttons into beetles… another practical lesson, but Aurelia was starting to rather like them.
Professor Weasley arrived last at her and Rhysenn’s shared desk, and placed the last button he had left upon the wooden surface. Aurelia wrinkled her nose. It was a garish thing, all bright colors and rather shimmery lacquer, and it didn’t seem to have any holes through which the threads would go.
“I suppose we’ll have to share,” Aurelia told Rhysenn, refraining from touching the flamboyant thing.
Short, hysterical screams started to arise from some of the girls in the class. “Ewww, it’s an icky bug!” someone yelled as they apparently got the spell correctly.
“Oh no, it’s a beetle, save me,” Rhysenn said in a monotone. Aurelia barely suppressed a snicker.
“Let’s do this then,” the Spanish girl said with determination, pushing up the sleeves of her robes. “You go first, then I’ll have my turn-if the beetle isn’t completely pulverized by then.”
Rhysenn agreed with a slight inclination of her head and tapped the button with her wand. “Coccinatus.”
The beetle burst into flames and Aurelia’s eyes darted immediately to the door, gauging the distance between it and her desk lest something more alarming happen-though she thought that nothing could be more alarming than the sight of her usually composed friend waving a fiery wand dangerously close to her long hair.
Her turn. Eyeing the scorched button, she said firmly, “Coccinatus!” Very slowly-almost unwillingly it appeared-the thing morphed into one very strange beetle. It had conserved the button’s garish coloring, and acquired a set of pointy horns and the four thread holes that were missing from the button. It was nothing short of disgusting.