A Magical Mishap || Prof. Kent

[ROXANNE JOHNSON WEASLEY]

Brown eyes wide, Roxanne Weasley, stared down in horror at her arm.

Her mouth slightly agape in a silent scream of horror, in her other hand she held a rather handsome ten and three quarter inch wand of Hazel wood with a Unicorn core, and pinned beneath her elbow, was a Transfiguration book meant for students at N.E.W.T level.

The book had been left on a desk in Professor Kent’s classroom by some forgetful Seventh year and having called into the room on her way back to Gryffindor tower to run a few last minute questions by the teacher before she started work on the essay -- which unluckily for her, was due in the very next day -- she’d stumbled across the tome to which she’d probably have to wait two years to get a look at and as people often said, curiosity killed the Cat.

Now Roxanne had never been one to keep up with her homework, even despite her Aunt Hermione’s regular revision reminder letters. She was always too busy experimenting with far more interesting things then writing a load of essays she’d probably never see again and as a result, her marks were really quite appalling. In fact, if hadn’t been for her Dad intercepting her school reports lately before her mother and grandmother set eyes on them, she’d have been killed by both of them by now and having recently made a promise to her Dad that she’d at least try for her O.W.Ls in return for his covert interception operation, she’d decided today would be the day she turned over a new leaf -- the only issue was that she’d also turned her own right arm into a Lion’s paw!

Now how she’d managed it, she had absolutely no idea. She’d simply happened up on the most intriguing book while searching for Professor Kent and, after some absent minded wand waving and muttering bits of an incredibly difficult incantation out of curiosity, she found herself partially transfigured into a Lion.
It wasn’t the first time Hogwarts had seen a mishap like this. She recalled her uncle Harry telling her about an argument he’d heard during his second year between Professor McGonagall (the Transfiguration teacher during his time at school) and a 5th year student who it seemed, had transfigured his partner into a Badger (or something along those lines) and wasn’t quite sure how to put him back. Judging by Roxanne’s current predicament, it seemed like Fifth year Transfiguration was cursed.

Her eye’s still fixed upon her newly caramel colored paw, Roxanne finally managed to find her voice and let out a kind of strange cross between a gasp of shock and a squeak.
"Merlin’s bloody beard…I’M A MUTANT!"
Turning the paw over on the desk, as If unsure it was actually attached to her arm she jumped suddenly at the sound of approaching footsteps and, after a frantic look around the room for somewhere to stick her…paw. She opted to shove it obviously behind her back, plastering a look of what she dearly hoped was sheer innocence on her freckled face.

[PROFESSOR CONRAD KENT]

It had been a long day, and Professor Kent moseyed back to his office reluctantly, holding the memory of the pumpkin pie dearly in his mind. He just wanted to curl up in his private room, definitely inaccessible to students, and fall asleep. The fast approaching holidays were on everyone’s mind, and it was hard to get even his most dedicated pupils to focus. Nevermind the troublesome ones. He was looking forward to the three weeks of relaxation himself, where all he had to do was make sure that the Gryffindor house was safe. They might be brash kids, but they weren’t stupid. But those blissful days meant plenty of assessments before school let out, so he had assigned essays to both his NEWT and OWL students. He might of over-reached for the prompt on the NEWT level, it was about the difference between Animagi and animal transfiguration. It was a tough essay, but he had faith in them, and it would separate the truly gifted from the kids who were taking it for the status.

He opened the heavy maple door to his classroom, and was rather surprised to see Roxanne Weasley, standing there, looking almost bashful. This was strange for two reasons. Roxy rarely came for extra help. She was bright, but she didn’t like to pay attention to what he was saying, which could be frustrating. Her brother, Fred, was extremely good at Transfiguration, but Roxy didn’t seem to have any passion for the subject, or the art, as Conrad thought of it. Secondly, she rarely, if ever looked bashful. He noted the hand tucked behind her body, and he looked at her quizzically. “Good evening, Roxanne,

[/color]” he started, pacing slightly in front of her. He sat in his most comfy leather armchair. “How are you?[/color]” He steepled his fingertips, contemplating her.

She was the niece of the boy who died, who he still had a thing for, after all these years. Fred Weasley. Thinking about him was bittersweet. He was so lively, but he was dead. Conrad didn’t think that Fred ever knew that he had a crush on him, but it was weird, seeing, well, basically his kids run around the school. It always struck Conrad as weird that George married Angelina. They might have been identical, but he wondered how Angelina could just swap one twin for the other. “So what brings you here, Miss Weasley?[/color]” He folded his arms across his chest. He cared for Roxy, but she was trouble, so he was going to be wary of her every move. Some of the stuff in this classroom was not easily replaced.
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TAG roxanne weasley
WORDS let's not talk about it
MUSIC nada
NOTES fft. don’t laugh at my fail post :C
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[ROXANNE JOHNSON WEASLEY]

The heavy door creaked open with a groan and Roxanne braced herself as the Professor stepped into the room. His look told her everything she needed to know and she graciously accepted that her ‘innocent’ face wasn’t fooling anyone and quickly abandoned it, opting to lean ‘sophisticatedly’ backwards against the desk on which the book still lay open to hide her disfigurement instead.

“Good evening, Roxanne,”

His tone was just as suspicious as the look he was giving her and deciding that her next and safest course of action would be to get out as fast as she could, she inched awkwardly towards the end of the desk.
“Well fancy meeting you here sir! Actually I was just about to leave so as spifing as it has been to see you I must dash--”

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He continued past her before taking a seat in a Leather armchair unperturbed by her babbling and proceeded to ask how she was.
“Knackered sir! So I should probably--” her sentence however remained unfinished as the awful realization that she’d have to turn around to get to the door hit her.

Professor Kent surveyed her over his hands and she tried not to blink too much. She’d look guilty if she blinked too much, it was one of her many changing philosophies, a blinker was usually someone who couldn’t be trusted but unluckily, as sods law would have it; when you tell yourself not to do something you immediately got the burning urge to do it and she fought down a blink, her face momentarily contorting into a weird kind of squint.

“So what brings you here, Miss Weasley?”

“Err…”[/b] momentarily dumbstruck, her eyes flicked guiltily to the book, which still lay open on the desk, and she made the split second decision to move back towards it. Her arm still pressed behind her back she planted herself in front of the book and with her free, un-transfigured arm felt around behind her back for it.
“Oh, well…I had some questions about that Essay you set us, think I might be missing some of the more vital information but I’ll be fine, in fact I should definitely get back to working on it”.[/b] She found the corner and with a vigorous flick, attempted to close the cover once again and rather unfortunately, sent it sliding across the polished surface of the desk, onto the cool stone floor. It landed with a loud thump a little to the right of where she was stood and directly into the eye line the teacher. The game was up.

Accepting defeat, she let out a deep sigh and withdrew her paw form behind her back.
“Professor. I seem to have a slight problem…”[/b]
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[PROFESSOR CONRAD KENT]

He wasn’t concerned for Roxy’s sake. Well, not really. He knew that she was high-spirited, just like her uncle. But he also knew that not every authority figure in her life would be as forgiving of her as he was of her. Conrad tended to favor his house, he wasn’t overly critical of the other ones, but he let the Gryffindors get away with more. And Roxy and Fred basically had free reign of the castle because of a young love that never had the chance to mature into indifference. He didn’t have the heart to discipline them, and didn’t take away their products from the Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. He left that to the prefects, usually the ones from the other houses, and unless they were actively hurting someone, which Conrad couldn’t imagine them doing, he didn’t see the need to step in.

She leaned, trying for casual, against a desk opposite to him and his eyes narrowed in suspision. Whatever was going on had to be revealed soon, because he definitely didn’t feel like chewing her out. He would rather her just come clean and out with it. “Hmm. Yes. Of course, it was entirely unforeseeable that a Transfiguration teacher come to the Transfiguration offices.

[/color]” His voice was laced with humored sarcasm, nothing malicious. And it was amusing, for she was going her very best to hid as much from him as possible. “So tired? Then I suggest you spend a little more time sleeping and a little less time pulling practical jokes.[/color]” Practical jokes that he thoroughly enjoyed, but still. She was looked at him oddly, with her eyes not quite open but not quite shut, and she had an air of strain about her eyelids and mouth. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he wondered if she was all right. There had been some iffy spellwork done here earlier today.

He drummed his fingers on the table as she stated that she had been wanting help on the essay. “If you need help, or just someone to bounce ideas off of, please, I am a tireless resource.[/color]” A lie. Conrad didn’t think he had ever felt this tired in his life. It was too late for puzzles, and all the worst scenarios were playing through his mind. Roxy had killed someone and was asking him to help hide the body. Roxy had failed a class and was now being expelled from Hogwarts. He should really motivate her more. She showed some rather subpar wandwork, sending the NEWT level book sliding across the desk, and Conrad felt his eyebrows push against his hairline.

He exhaled heavily when she drew her arm out from behind her back. He had seem many accidents in his twenty-something years at Hogwarts, but not everything was this weird. Her arm was covered in tawny-colored fur, ending in a paw, rather than a hand. “Roxanne,[/color]” he admonished, rising out of his chair and walking over to her. Drawing his wand out of his pocket, he grasped her magicked arm carefully, turning it over. It was similar to the affects of Polyjuice Potion, and Conrad worried that he would not be able to fix this, leaving Roxanne disfigured and him discredited. “How did you manage this?[/color]” He tapped the golden fur with his wand hesitantly, but the tip of his wand sparked and his nose was hit with the smell of burning hair. “Whoops, sorry about that.[/color]” He hurried to the back of the room, pulling as many books about human-animal transfiguration as he could lay eyes on. He really hoped she wasn’t some sort of part-animagus. [/blockquote]
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