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Jenny has nightmares all night. Everything from she vanished all of her clothing by accident to she can't do anything except change form and everyone laughs at the stupid Muggle, and every other version of mucking up her first class that her sleepy brain can manufacture. She wakes up looking like she's been run over by a very sleep-deprived train, and her hair is curling in panicked ringlets of pure white.
But now she has Potions class to go to. She should probably get up and do that. Not going to class counts as mucking up, so she makes herself get up and get dressed. Can't muck up. If you do, you can't be a witch.
That thought turns the rest of her hair white.
metamorphmaga
planetarium
"I mean, it's like sitting on a flying broomstick? It's kind of hard to describe. But it's great."
metamorphmaga
Her response is not a comment, but a excited mini-squeal. It winds up sounding more like a squeak, but Jenny doesn't care a bit. Flying broomsticks.
Dumping the last pile of powder into the cauldron yields a puff of purple smoke and a charming lavender smell. "Oooh, oooh, we did it!" Jenny says excitedly.
(So much for mucking up. Lavender happened!)
Dumping the last pile of powder into the cauldron yields a puff of purple smoke and a charming lavender smell. "Oooh, oooh, we did it!" Jenny says excitedly.
(So much for mucking up. Lavender happened!)
chanuphis
Emma and Miranda's potion is finished soon after. Theirs comes out pumpkin spice scented, well within acceptable parameters.
parental_guidance
"I have no idea how we got pumpkin out of this," Emma says contemplatively, "but it smells tasty, so, good enough!"
metamorphmaga
"Is there a Charm to make food?"
"...is there a charm to make ice cream, please say yes, pleeeease."
"...is there a charm to make ice cream, please say yes, pleeeease."
chanuphis
"You can't just make food out of nothing," says Miranda, waving Slughorn over to sniff their potion and award them their excellent grade for the day. "For some reason, there's a magical principle, I forget."
chanuphis
"How many disappointing things can unicorns cover for? If you tell me I'll know when to pull out the winged horses."
metamorphmaga
"I mean, fairies would have been neat, except for the part where they are apparently sorta dumb and pretty much just insects?"
chanuphis
"I'm going to bet not, but you could try? Not in the middle of class, now, you could rip your uniform."
metamorphmaga
"I sorta bet not too! But that's okay. It's just to look pretty anyway. They wouldn't work. I mean, my unicorn horn doesn't do anything either. Except sparkle, obviously."
The sparkling is important.
The sparkling is important.
chanuphis
"How do you know they wouldn't work? Couldn't they be big if you could make them at all? And flap, and stuff?"
metamorphmaga
"Well, nothing I've made is magic? I mean, other than happening. And being maybe the wrong color. And no way would normal fairy wings lift me without magic, so. Just a guess, but- no magic, no flying, I bet."
metamorphmaga
"I don't know but now I want to try all of it. How dare school steal my precious wing growing time with class!"
metamorphmaga
"If I successfully grow wings, I will perfume them purple," Jenny decides. "Best of both!"
planetarium
"I'm not sure if this is supposed to go on people. Professor?"
The professor says that while it will not do serious harm to a person it is not intended for topical use.
The professor says that while it will not do serious harm to a person it is not intended for topical use.