the transfiguration meme

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The Transfiguration Meme

RULES;

1. tag in
2. tag around!
3. use RNG to pick from the scenarios below - or make your own up, that's what 10 is for
4. have fun

HINTS;

We welcome and encourage all OCs. Add a little blurb about your character so other players have an idea what to play with, and feel free to add your preferences and permissions.
Ship, don't ship; make out, don't make out - all is fair game.

SCENARIOS;

1. Animagus. Talking about what animal you’d turn into, mishaps while learning, telling people you're an animagus, being so used to turning into an animal that it’s a default response to any inconvenience by now. Are you registered or unregistered?

2. Turn a rat into a goblet. Are you proud of yourself? Do you regret everything now? Does the goblet have fur?

3. Transfiguring clothes. Maybe you suddenly need a muggle outfit, or you discovered that you're underdressed for an official occasion. Do you need help with your spell? How wearable is the result?

4. Frequently transfigured object. You have this one thing you always end up turning into other thing, and it’s basically a multi-tool now. Or you and your spouse/flatmate can’t agree what colour a piece of furniture should be, so you keep transfiguring it back and forth behind each other’s backs. Either way, you created an unstable monster. It might explode.

5. Pins and needles. Learning basic transfiguration, struggling or doing well, remembering or living through early years of Hogwarts.

6. Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration. You try to transfigure something, only to discover that transfiguration doesn’t work like this. Someone is helping you. Or mocking you. Or standing there ready to explain why it didn’t work out.

7. Body modification. You try to turn a body part bigger or smaller, or give it a different shape. Maybe it’s a disguise, or a prank, or you’re trying to do it to someone else. Might even be a sex thing.

8. Hide and obscure. You transfigure an object because you want to conceal it for whatever reason. Does it stay hidden? Does anyone see you do it? Did you panic and make it look really out of place? Maybe you find a hidden object and are trying to reverse the spell to see what it originally was?

9. Whoops. You try to transfigure something, and it goes terribly wrong. You were going to transfigure that turtle into a teapot, and it still has legs. You didn’t cast a strong enough spell, and the object reverts to its original form in the exact wrong moment. You wanted to turn your curtains Gryffindor gold, and you got a shade that can only be described as “mustard, but worse”. You tried to turn a hedgehog into a pincushion, and long story short, you now have a very pissed off hedgehog.

10. Wildcard! Just turn things into other things and see what happens.

Comments

hermione granger

[reparo]

[I'm feeling adult!Hermione, post DH (epilogue-free) for this one. I'm pretty open-minded so have at me with anything.]

9

[baby_deer]

"Okay, Hermione. This is a very simple game. Ready?"

Not that he is going to wait for an answer. He invited Hermione over so they can get drunk together and feel sorry for themselves over their recent break-ups, except they can't bitch about their exes, because Ron and Ginny are just a little too close to home. Hence: a drinking game.

"I say a dumb thing I try to conjure. If you ever did something similar or dumber, you drink. If you didn't, I do. For example: that one time I forgot to do laundry and I didn't have a clean shirt, so I thought I'd just transfigure boxer briefs into a shirt. I did it. I had a shirt. But it was still the size of said briefs. What do you say?"

[reparo]

"Please, please tell me you didn't do that," she groans, already feeling a headache coming on without even having finished half the bottle of wine. There is one for her, and one for Harry, and they are getting each other through these break-ups very well, thank you, but it's half-past midnight and Harry Potter is restless, so the dumb ideas strike again.

"No, nevermind - don't tell me, I need to look you in the eye tomorrow. Okay, you go first."

[baby_deer]

"I just did!" he protests, and points at her glass. "Go on. I absolutely did do that. Have you done something similar or more stupid?"

fleur delacour

[beaubaton]

lily evans

[lancifolium]

4?

[flannelwitch]

"Look at what those idiots did. Just look at it."

Marlene is a flurry as she dashes into Order's headquarters, and drops an... object on the table, right in front of Lily's plate. She barely misses the salad.

"Just look at it. We're supposed to be fighting dark wizards, rocking and rolling, smoking weed, being fabulous. Meanwhile, Sirius Black and James Potter do this. You wanna guess what it used to be?"

At this point, what's in front of Lily is a shapeless mass of metal, three different fabrics, straw, carrot and shoe shine. Marlene thinks it's shoe shine. She hopes it is.

[lancifolium]

At the way Marlene practically burst into the room, Lily straightened up immediately, mid-bite as she looked on, alarmed and perplexed. The tension on her face was broken a moment later as when the whatever it was clattered to the table in front of her, nearly missing lunch.

Nose wrinkling with the deepest disdain possible Lily pushed her hair back past her shoulders and shifted awkwardly in her chair. "I hope it's not alive, whatever it is." She didn't want to think that Sirius or James would do something this ghastly to something that might have been alive, but, the bar wasn't all that high.

"A scarecrow?" Lily offered after a moment spent silently surveying the mangled thing in front of her.

[flannelwitch]

"My money was on a wrench, but that's because I can't fucking find my wrench," she breathes out, still in a dash or rage. At least Lily gets it. Lily always gets it.

"They needed a bottle opener. And then they needed a towel. And then... You know what, you have a point. Might have been a scarecrow. My point is, who does this? They're supposed to be good at shit!"

neville longbottom

[nev]

8 I need it please

[flannelwitch]

"Fuck me, this is embarrassing."

It's bad enough that she forgot how to set up a training room. Yes, it's been fifteen years, but Marlene is a goddamned professional, and the fact that a wooden Death Eater dummy thwarted her so hard that she is now having to transfigure broken off bits into cat toys to scatter around and pretend they're Hermione's is mortifying. It is exponentially worse that Alice's kid caught her in the act and is now helping her clean up. Also mending the godforsaken dummy and setting it where it should be, because apparently he is a competent adult and she is not.

Fuck.

"Thanks, kid," she says, trying to sound like she is cool and composed. "Nice wand work. Very... efficient."

Wand work? For real, Marlene? For real? Those self-defense classes for recent Hogwarts graduates were your idea, because you thought they needed some practical experience. The war might be over, but there is still Death Eaters around, and those kids stepped on a lot of toes. Meanwhile, instead of projecting an aura of calm and competence, you are proving to this here Neville Longbottom how Order of the Phoenix's main achievement really was sitting on its own metaphorical balls while a group teenagers got rid of Voldemort within eight months.

[nev]

"Er, thanks a lot," he cut himself off, uncertain if she was meant to be a professor, or just someone older. Were they peers now, because of the war? Surely not. Neville stopped himself from thinking too hard about the matter and smiled politely at Marlene before he sent another piece of the dummy back into the spot it came from.

"So what do you do? I mean apart from all this," it felt awkward not to make small talk and just reassemble the room in silence. "Do you like music?" He had no idea why he had asked that. His mind had scrambled for topics he could make conversation on easily, desperate to not be caught struggling to find common ground with An Older Adult that didn't involve talking about the war, school, or his parents. He assumed she knew them, and he was quietly grateful that as of then, she hadn't brought them up.

"I've been trying to learn how to play the guitar," he rambled on valiantly. Determined to be good company as he finished sorting out the damage done to the dummy, at least, as well as he could given the circumstances.

Harry Potter

[coreofaphoenix]

[Slythering!Au default but Gryffindor available upon request!]

Sirius Black

[canemstellam]

[Give me all the Sirius Lives AUs/Sirius doesn't go to Azkaban AUs... etc!]

01 + sirius lives please

[reparo]

The thing is, she should be turning back to her human form and heading to the Ministry to register, because she's not going to be thrown in jail for being an unregistered Animagus, but this is technically her first time in this form and she's just seen herself in one of the old mirrors that survived in Grimmauld's Place, and - sweet Merlin, she is beautiful.

If she weren't a massive cat, she'd pet herself. But she is a massive cat now, and the only signal that she is hollering with triumph on the inside, at a successful transformation, is a loud purring.

She is so going to get that job as McGonagall's replacement in the autumn. Look at her. She's massive! The students are going to freak out and she is absolutely going to just turn into her cat form and survey them - because it's tradition!

So alright, the plan is: she'll register tomorrow. For now, she stretches with satisfaction, and starts to prowl around the house to see if the inhabitants will notice the massive cat.

Yesssss!

[canemstellam]

Sirius would be thankful every single day that he'd barely missed that dratted veil during the fight at the ministry those years ago. While the path since then hasn't exactly been the easiest (or the most fun), he'd at least gotten his name cleared and was on the path to restoring some honor to the Black family name. Though, perhaps not in the way any of his family might've expected at one point. The best part was transforming and making Grimmauld Place into somewhere Harry and his friends could call home.

He was looking down at a ledger book when he spotted a rather large feline walk past the doorway out of the corner of his eye. Sirius lifted his gaze and stared straight at the massive cat then blinked. "You did it then, didn't you? You look marvelous, Hermione." There wasn't anyone else in the house that would take the form of a massive cat. His Godson was many things but his form was more bird like than feline.

1 (perhaps set around early Book 5?)

[flannelwitch]

One thing is for sure: having Sirius back after twelve years in Azkaban is weird.

It never made sense to Marlene that he would've been the one to betray the Potters, but then - a lot of shit that didn't make sense happened during that war, and she learned to live with it. It is what it is. The fact that everyone was wrong and Sirius was innocent is simply another thing she has to acknowledge and move on. After over a decade.

Could have been worse. Could have been three.

So she doesn't waste time on navel-gazing or apologies. Sirius is back now, and stuck at that awful house, with people coming and going, and pretending like his cleaning duty is as important as guarding the Ministry. Because, on top of being wrongly accused, he is also stupid? Right. There are limits even to what Marlene is willing to accept.

Instead of accepting, she decides to do something useful. Namely: show up at Grimmauld Place one evening when she's off duty, two bottles of beer in tow (no more, they are reasonable middle-aged people now), and start the real conversation.

"I can't believe you never told anyone that you three shitheads learned how to be Animagi."

Sounds great!

[canemstellam]

Truth be told, Sirius hadn't expected anyone to come and visit him. Well. Other than the usual suspects, of course. He knew many still believed that he'd betrayed James and Lily and deep down, even he sometimes blamed himself for suggesting that they use Peter instead. Not enough, obviously, that he went insane with it because the brunt of that guilt rest on Peter Fucking Pettigrew.

So, when Marlene showed up in Grimmauld Place one evening, Sirius blinked in surprise then barked out a laugh. "Would you have believed us if we told you," he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, we did give some of you plenty of hints along the way."

Marlene McKinnon

[flannelwitch]

[First or Second War, doesn't matter, as long as she doesn't die]

10?

[beaubaton]

It's her third cigarette this evening, but at least the company is pleasant and she doesn't really want to go back home just yet. Technically, she can't go back home just yet, because any moment now Dumbledore will arrive with a mission for the Order members, and Fleur has joined recently with the intent on creating allies abroad for them.

So honestly at this stage it's just staving off sleep by sitting in the garden, smoking and thinking about how much Gabrielle would hate seeing that cigarette in her hand.

"I wonder if it would be possible to transfigure this into a joint," she blurts out, mostly to herself.

[flannelwitch]

"Nice thought, honey, but no." Marlene takes a deep drag, and looks around, desperate for a drink. This is such a nice evening, and company is good. It's a crying shame to not top it all off with either a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. Coffee is probably a better idea, given how long they'll probably have to wait for Dumbledore. He's taking his sweet fucking time.

"We tried throughout the first war. Once we thought Remus Lupin got it, but on closer inspection it turned out to be wilted dill."

8!

[forhekse]

The concealment of magical objects has become, by now, Louise's most gifted area of magic. She moves things from state to state, though, which is an easier feat than moving them from country to country. The plane ride, for example, Louise spent staring anxiously at the overhead compartments, were several of her transfigured objects (thankfully) did not change nor burst out in some horrible display of incompetence.

She doesn't truly relax until she is settled in a hotel, things unpacked and her objects very carefully checked upon before they are safely put back in their boxes. The thing about turning magical weapons into harmless objects (however temporary), is that they do not like to be harmless. But it is temporary, and soon they will be in Marlene's hands instead of Louise's, and Louise herself can remove herself from the unpleasantness that is England's magic war.

First, though, she has to survive the transaction. And lunch. And, god, socialising. London is so big, so noisy -- a far cry from the isolated house she grew up in, or even the small town she chose to make her home after she burned the house down. Big cities are tedious, and finding the magical entrances hiding in walls and public bathrooms is more than she bargained for. She makes it, though, on time and only looking a little disgruntled as she asks for Marlene by name to some poor worker who looks decidedly less not-disgruntled.

[flannelwitch]

Well, it's not like Marlene can blake anyone for hating London. It sucks. It objectively sucks donkey balls, and she wouldn't recommend it to anyone. Just last week, she saw a guy in a pink bathrobe and flip flops waltzing down Tottenham Court Road, and he wasn't even drunk. Who does that? Flip flops? In November?

So yes, she feels a little bit bad for making Louise come all the way to London, and meet her in Leaky Cauldron in all places, but Marlene has to take those weapons back to Grimmauld place, and she doesn't want to be seen exchanging anything suspicious. As far as anyone is concerned, she is buying rare books from a collector. Right out in the open.

"Hello love," she coos when the bartender points Louise to her. Better play up the laidback English girl. "How was your flight? Oh, you must be knackered. What can I get you?"

Neville Longbottom

[plantdad]

[Post-series, but happy to ignore epilogue]

Piper Allison (oc)

[callmeles]

[Amy's OC witch from the US. She is talented in wandless magic with a penchant for fire. Probably at Hogwarts or in London as a Professor/Visiting Professor. Attended Ilvermorny and was in Wampus.]