Who: Phoebe Warner and OPEN What: Near disaster, but then celebration! (Homework success!) When: Tuesday afternoon, May 10th Where: Outside, on the grounds, in the lingering sunshine Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Phoebe had spent the last hour listening intently, taking copious notes and doing her best to emulate Professor McGonagall’s demonstrations. It hadn’t helped, because now, sitting outside in the lingering sinshine, she could not get her damn turtle to turn into a damn teacup. The shell had turned white, and that was it. Tentatively, she tapped it with her finger, and it felt like porcelain as opposed to the roughness of the turtle’s original shell, but still, that was all she had managed to do.
She huffed out a breath and started flipping through her notes again. She felt like she’d written down every word that had come out of Professor McGonagall’s mouth, and still she couldn’t get this. What the hell was wrong with her?
Feeling frustration creeping up on her, Phoebe wiped her eyes roughly, not allowing the tears to fall. “I’m sorry, Elvis,” she murmured to the turtle. “I don’t mean to torture you, honestly I don’t. I’m just no good at this.” She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the turtle’s little head... and in doing so, caught a specific line in her notes with the corner of her eye.
She had been holding her wand wrong the whole time.
With a gasp, she smooched the turtle’s head one last time – he’d salvaged her evening after all. “Thanks, Elvis,” she whispered, then brandished her wand and flicked it in his direction. The turtle transformed into a teacup. It was a lumpy teacup, with the little lumps where Elvis’s legs and head had once been, but it was a passable teacup. She tested it by pouring some water in, and it held.
She exclaimed in triumph, and turned to grab the closest person. “I did it!” she crowed. “I actually did it, all by myself!”