Transfiguration

"... Too risky."

"Dang."

Kelsi clapped her hands together.
"How about we do nothing!"

"No! Cuz then we need to look at the toad."


Quickly AFK dinner.

"I'm on Kelsi's side. Let's just sit and do nothing and try to enjoy this year."

[msn plz.]

"... But she's a tooooaaaadddd."

"If she gets worse, then I'm blaming you guys. =|"

"Aww, shut up, Amanda. I bet the only reason she got pissed off was because everybody began yelling at her."

"Liv, I'll see what I can do bout the cupcake... AND KELSI ARE YOU SIDING WITH THE ENEMY!"

"NO! I don't like her anymore than you guys! But can't you just concentrate on the stuff we can enjoy, and that we have, and not on the stuff we DON'T have?!"

"Well... OKAY... You're right... But if she becomes more toadie, I bring out the TNT... ANYWHO, Liikkkkeeeeeee... umm..." Amanda began to lean back in her chair.

"... Who won the house cup last year? ._."

"Oh, Cedric was supposed to get the money, but Harry go- Oh!" Kelsi gasped.
"Sorry- Olivia-"

She turned to look out the window. "Gryffindor won then?"

Professor McConagall stepped forward to the front of the class. Her presence commanded attention instantly. She than waved her wand, and stuff about OWLS appeared on the board, and she began her lecture la de dah de dah...

Kelsi was pulling out a sheet of parchment and her quill, and began writing down what she was saying.

"This when it's absolute serious to start thinking about you're careers. If you're unsure about what you want to be, you better to start thinking now."

Professor McConagall gazed around the room, her eyes landing on some particular people.

Rachel was one of those particular people.

Olivia thought that it was interesting that almost everyone that she was friends with in this class was sitting in the same area. This was rare. She decided to write this down. Now, what time was it...

Kelsi nudged Olivia.
"Psst, you writing this down?"

No, she was writing down the day it was and the event just described. But, Kelsi didn't specify what she was writing. So...

"Yeah. It's kind of odd, isn't it?" she whispered, focusing on her handwriting. She had been trying to improve it a bit; Angel had said it was sloppy one day over the summer.

"It's not odd at all,"

"Way to be optimistic."

"But it's not odd. I think it's awesome. I'm telling the truth,"

"Well, I guess it's awesome. But it's pretty rare..."

"How is taking notes on Transfiguration rare? We do it all the time!"