Lucy leaned forward slightly, letting her elbows now rest on her legs as she propped her head in her palms. It wasn't very often, and she was a Ravenclaw, mind you, that her friends ever asked her about studies. It was true that there were often some very in-depth conversations that went on in the Common Room but Lucy always had the impression that they were only talking to hear themselves do so.
She grinned, "I don't think there have been any documented cases. Those that have been registered, well, they've been cats or birds or dogs. I suppose it would take a really special kind of witch or wizard to be able to transform into something magical. Most magical creatures have a little magic of their own, of course. It might not work with our kind."
So much had been said in her books about the idea. Of course many witches and wizards would die for the opportunity to become a chimaera or something of the sort, but Lucy didn't see the point.