Gus had never been a fan of transfiguration, and the only reason he’d taken it as a NEWT class was because it was mandatory to be a cursebreaker; of course he understood why he needed it, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. However, he was eager to show himself (and consequently Basil, who’d seen how awful he’d been at the class during their final year at Hogwarts) that he’d gotten a hell of a lot better at it over the years – this was why he slid into one of the seats near the front of the classroom, sporting a wide grin as his friend started his lesson.

Gus had never seen Basil teach before, and his class was a lot more… tame (managed) than his own was. Well, that was a problem for if he ever became an adult again, and boy were his fingers crossed that it was going to wear off soon; while the redhead didn’t mind being a child again, he hated having his clothing too long and being too short to reach anything he wanted. (Plus the house elves in the kitchen turned him away for a late night snack thinking he was a first year student last night!)

Leaning forward to study the block, Gus failed to notice that his too large scarf that he refused to part with for the time being was pressed against the wooden block he was attempting to transfigure. Maybe it was his cracked wand that he never bothered to get fixed or the fact that he was visualizing eating a pile of sweets rather than a sponge, but Gus failed to notice that instead of softening into a sponge, the block was starting to meld into his scarf… at least until he tried to lean backward.

“Oh no. Oh no, oh no.” Gus pulled at his scarf that was taking on properties of wood. “Basilllll~” He whined, high pitched as the panic started to set in.

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