Professor Foxwood was the hardest one to face on Monday, especially after seeing him so irate and disappointed in his House on Friday night. Nevertheless, she persevered. Millie was faced with a professional, even eager, Transfiguration professor who seemed to waste no time at all jumping into his lesson. For that, she was exceedingly grateful.
In the span of a few minutes, the young witch found herself enamored as well. She enjoyed transfiguration, and found herself quite good at it, but the pinnacle of the art was transfiguring the self entirely. An animagus was the hardest, most strenuous way to prove prowess in the field. It was also what Millie sometimes found herself dreaming of achieving, something that no one else in her family could do. Something that could be hers, alone.
As she penned her notes, Millie heard the muttered French from her Slytherin classmate. Though she had never learned, enough of the foreign terms resembled words the young witch could understand. She turned a frown toward Violetta, who was already answering Professor Foxwood's question. Millie hurried back to her notes, concentrating hard to parse the other girl's accented speech, only needing the professor's approval to ensure her notes would be acccurate.
The young witch circled the last phrase to be sure of it. A whole month! She wondered how the leaf didn't simply digest itself right there in the mouth. Millie put her pen down before she splattered ink over her page by shuddering at the disgusting thought.
In the span of a few minutes, the young witch found herself enamored as well. She enjoyed transfiguration, and found herself quite good at it, but the pinnacle of the art was transfiguring the self entirely. An animagus was the hardest, most strenuous way to prove prowess in the field. It was also what Millie sometimes found herself dreaming of achieving, something that no one else in her family could do. Something that could be hers, alone.
As she penned her notes, Millie heard the muttered French from her Slytherin classmate. Though she had never learned, enough of the foreign terms resembled words the young witch could understand. She turned a frown toward Violetta, who was already answering Professor Foxwood's question. Millie hurried back to her notes, concentrating hard to parse the other girl's accented speech, only needing the professor's approval to ensure her notes would be acccurate.
A mandrake leaf must be held in the mouth for a month.
The young witch circled the last phrase to be sure of it. A whole month! She wondered how the leaf didn't simply digest itself right there in the mouth. Millie put her pen down before she splattered ink over her page by shuddering at the disgusting thought.
![[Image: uHwnE8q.png]](https://i.imgur.com/uHwnE8q.png)