Animagus, Afternoon Tea and Dragons
Did anyone else feel what I felt on Thursday night's Animagus class? It was the most marvellous and life affirming experience that I have in my memory to date. It was astonishing.
There were so many colours and lights; smells tugging at me from every direction, daisies, grass, sunshine, ink, parchment. The unerring need for water against my silky fur and my body frisking away from touch, leaping and wriggling for warm steady hands trying to grab and subdue me.
How was I supposed to know that it was just Professor Black trying to get me to hold still so that he could change me back into plain old Hannah, instead of Hannah-the-Otter? My first instinct was just to bite down, could I help that? Although the chase that ensured was both fast and furious, leaping around legs and feet was thrilling -- and was it my imagination, or did I see a crab? In the end, Professor Black changed into his Animagus form and managed to corner me while Professor McGonagall changed me back. I couldn't help wanting to stay that way -- it was wonderful! My senses were dulled until late Saturday, leaving the whole world in faint monochrome and my sense of smell was next to nothing. But it was completely miraculous -- I wonder if I'll feel anything like it even again...
Professor Lupin found the tale of my evasion of capture quite amusing by all accounts, which I told him of when I went to collect my missed assignments from him on Friday afternoon after class and ended up having some freshly brewed tea with him in his office. We had quite a long discussion on school issues, house elves, duels of honour and why certain individuals should not be left alone in the kitchens to organise the evening meals.
The protest under-the-stairs started off reasonably well, slid down hill rather quickly, then levelled off into the utterly awful region. Although the fact that Seamus, Dean, Mandy and I were using the time splendidly well for a catch-up of assignments / rumours / gossip, I don't really think that that out humorous picnic (chicken sandwiches and pumpkin juice provided by the very appreciated house elves) was quite what Terry had in mind.
Mandy's still a little stressed about her argument with Lisa, poor thing; while Seamus and Dean seemed to be edging around the issues (as well as each other) which was slightly infuriating after a while. Terry on the other hand, sulked.
Could we help it if we were all more interested in talking about our experiences in Animagus form and our very new 'fag hag' group, mainly consisting of myself, Mandy and Seamus? He didn't really need to start sniping at us, it was hardly necessary.
We had the long awaited Dracology Lecture this afternoon, which was informative and enjoyable, even though I witnessed some certain people using the time to nap. *shrugs* It's their prerogative I suppose. At least they weren't exchanging murderous glares at each other, like the ones we've been putting up with recently from people who shall, of course, remain nameless -- they know very who they are.
And if I see any wands being drawn, you will pay the consequences. Understood?
There were so many colours and lights; smells tugging at me from every direction, daisies, grass, sunshine, ink, parchment. The unerring need for water against my silky fur and my body frisking away from touch, leaping and wriggling for warm steady hands trying to grab and subdue me.
How was I supposed to know that it was just Professor Black trying to get me to hold still so that he could change me back into plain old Hannah, instead of Hannah-the-Otter? My first instinct was just to bite down, could I help that? Although the chase that ensured was both fast and furious, leaping around legs and feet was thrilling -- and was it my imagination, or did I see a crab? In the end, Professor Black changed into his Animagus form and managed to corner me while Professor McGonagall changed me back. I couldn't help wanting to stay that way -- it was wonderful! My senses were dulled until late Saturday, leaving the whole world in faint monochrome and my sense of smell was next to nothing. But it was completely miraculous -- I wonder if I'll feel anything like it even again...
Professor Lupin found the tale of my evasion of capture quite amusing by all accounts, which I told him of when I went to collect my missed assignments from him on Friday afternoon after class and ended up having some freshly brewed tea with him in his office. We had quite a long discussion on school issues, house elves, duels of honour and why certain individuals should not be left alone in the kitchens to organise the evening meals.
The protest under-the-stairs started off reasonably well, slid down hill rather quickly, then levelled off into the utterly awful region. Although the fact that Seamus, Dean, Mandy and I were using the time splendidly well for a catch-up of assignments / rumours / gossip, I don't really think that that out humorous picnic (chicken sandwiches and pumpkin juice provided by the very appreciated house elves) was quite what Terry had in mind.
Mandy's still a little stressed about her argument with Lisa, poor thing; while Seamus and Dean seemed to be edging around the issues (as well as each other) which was slightly infuriating after a while. Terry on the other hand, sulked.
Could we help it if we were all more interested in talking about our experiences in Animagus form and our very new 'fag hag' group, mainly consisting of myself, Mandy and Seamus? He didn't really need to start sniping at us, it was hardly necessary.
We had the long awaited Dracology Lecture this afternoon, which was informative and enjoyable, even though I witnessed some certain people using the time to nap. *shrugs* It's their prerogative I suppose. At least they weren't exchanging murderous glares at each other, like the ones we've been putting up with recently from people who shall, of course, remain nameless -- they know very who they are.
And if I see any wands being drawn, you will pay the consequences. Understood?