Lesson Four (Third Years)

Richard sat down at his desk, his wand laid directly in the centre of his desk. With a casual wave of his hand he summoned his wand to his hand. Catching it with careless ease, he sighed a little and waved it once. A goblet of water soared through the air from his office, not spilling a drop, as he came to a rest in the centre of his desk.

Ondrea stepped into the Transfiguration classroom and halted uncertainly.

She was the first student to arrive. She didn't really like arriving first anymore than she liked arriving last. In fact, Ondrea would forgo arriving at all, if she could - attending classes with others made her nervous.

Finally urging herself into motion again, she nodded jerkily to the professor. "M-morning, P-professor." She quickly took a seat to wait for class to begin.

Aireon walked into the class. He nodded in greeting to Professor Romain; last year's incident was water under the bridge as far as he was concerned. He noticed a Ravenclaw sitting down already. He'd seen her in his other classes, and thus, knew that she was shy.

"Mind if I sit next to you?" he asked, wanting to be friendly.

Richard leant forwards on his arms to look at the goblet of water close-up. He looked around the goblet at his class,

"Tell me boys and girls..." he sat up straight again and gestured to the clear goblet in front of him, "What do you see here? What is in this goblet?"

Arsen quickly entered the classroom giving his appologises for being late as he moved to his usual seat over in the corner. "Water?" He said he couldn't really be sure because he couldn't really smell it.

Ondrea looked up, surprised when someone spoke to her. It was a Slytherin boy. Thiren, she thought his surname was.

"N-no," she murmured quietly, shaking her head a bit frantically. She pulled her stuff a bit closer so it wouldn't intrude upon his part of the desk. Offering a timid smile, she redirected her attention to the front, paying attention to the professor when he began to speak.

It did, indeed, appear to be water. But with magic - with Transfiguration - it could have been or become anything. "The possibilities are endless," she whispered to herself.

Aireon thanked her, and sat down. He'd wanted to become friends, but decided that first, she'd have to get used to him. He sat down slowly.

"Currently,it's water, sir," he answered. "but you could transfigure it into almost anything."