Sunday, May the 19th, 1894 — Study Room
Hogwarts Study Week

With every sugary morsel that vanished, she felt a sharp cry from the region of her stomach. The leafy visions that sprouted into being were poor replacements for the cauldron cakes the cabbages had been transfigured from. At least the plants weren't growing tendrils to wrap her in their snare, like in another study session earlier that week. Benign and unappetizing, Millie could at least count the cabbages to tally her successes that evening.

The proximity to actual cauldrons made her a little nervous. There seemed to be no other good seats in the room, however. And, if Millie was willing to admit it, the bubbling of the potions nearby produced something of a companionable hum. Especially when she wasn't the one responsible for brewing it. No, the young witch needed only to focus on her transfiguration spells, something she had never been nervous about before.

Millie didn't think much of the extra gurgle and pop from the cauldron nearby until she waved her wand over the next cauldron cake. It vanished in a glow of light, but what remained drew a noise from the transfiguration adept. The brussels sprout that appeared in its stead was far smaller than a cabbage. What's worse, it flexed a curious set of tiny wings on its back before alighting from her desk to buzz around the room, much too fast for Millie to capture it with another spell.

She let her free hand run along her collar, feeling the comforting necklace that lay beneath it. Trying to ignore the one that got away for the moment, Millie waved her wand again. Instead of just one cake transforming, however, a whole swarm of them became tiny little brussels sprouts with wings. Her concentration must have been so split that her spell struck the rest of her practice cakes, all of them doused with a nearby potion's spittle.

Brussels sprouts took to flight just as her wand flicked a charm at one, which only sent it divebombing into the nearest cauldron with a great splatter. Millie waved at another, buzzing her with its tiny wings to make it fly off to pester another one of her studying classmates. As the cries of alarm rose around the room, she rubbed her necklace more intently, murmuring so quietly that only those near her might hear. "That wasn't supposed to happen..."

Millie had to find a way to reverse her spell, and fast. But how?

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[i]OOC: Open to all Hogwarts students

  

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The annual study week had come together quite smoothly, Sisse had found, grateful as she had been the one in charge of planning it. A fitting task given that it would be her last. Which was hard to consider. So instead she'd set herself to the task of helping other students. She flitted about the room offering tutoring as she could. It helped that she had no tests tomorrow and as such could settle into the task without worry.

She had just finished helping a student with their potion and was straightening up when something flew into her face. Unsure at what the spot of green could have been she blinked before it registered. There. A brussel sprout with green leafy wings unfurling from its body bobbed about her head before diving into the potion before her. Sisse jumped back before the shrinking potion could land on her dress.

Then she looked up, her eyes catching Millie Potts' a few seats away. There was a guilty look on her face that had Sisse rushing over to help. "What happened?" She asked as sympathetically as she could when her attention was being pulled away by the horde of flying vegetation around them.

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   Millie Potts

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Thank you Bee <3 Your magic has made Sisse bloom

Discovery was Millie's persistent fear, her oft-despised guidance that kept her toes in line. Whether among family or her peers, even a simple stroll down the halls, there were eyes and whispers everywhere. She learned to tune it out at the best of times, but this was not one of her best times. Nor could the young witch really expect to escape discovery now, with the whole study room under assault by the winged vegetables.

"Thaumaturgical Interference," she intoned mechanically. Millie knew the essentials of what had gone wrong. A potion spill on her cauldron cakes had changed their fundamental nature, causing the transfiguration to go awry. The young witch could have easily written a two-foot parchment for Professor Foxwood on the subject, covering the basics of the concept and how it might be reversed.

In the moment, however, Millie didn't have a clue.

"The cakes were supposed to become cabbages," Millie explained, pointing to the few heads of success on her desk. "Except..."

She laid her hands on her skirts, holding them together to avoid reaching for her throat. This was no time to abscond with responsibilities on account of nerves. Millie Potts was a fourth year by now, she should have known how to reverse her own errors. Particularly before an exam, next year she might face the very same scenario, and find herself graded on it as well.

"Perhaps a general counterspell would do it," Millie suggested to the air in her immediate vicinity. She didn't quite glance over at Sisse yet, uncertain if the older girl could hear her. Miss Thompsett was both Head Girl and graduating in less than a week, Millie didn't want the witch's lasting impression of her former schoolmate to be that of an inelegant, magical klutz.

Not after how well they had managed to resolve the matter during last year's study week. Oh, how the tables had turned on her.

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"Except?" Sisse gently pressed. There was something here she was missing and her eyes were scanning looking for it. Nearby a cauldron was bubbling and splattering and... "Millie," Sisse started slowly, "Did any potion hit anything?"

Any further inquiry was cut off as a brussel sprout fly right for her face, Sisse batted it away, only to have it return like the most persistent fly. Think. She urged herself mentally. It had been a few years since she had worked on her own transfiguration, but surely she knew how to turn a cabbage back into a cauldron cake? She would have pulled out her wand had the persistent greenage not continued it's barrage of her face. "Perhaps turn it back to a cauldron cake?" She suggested.

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   Millie Potts

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Thank you Bee <3 Your magic has made Sisse bloom