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

[reparo]

Maybe - she thinks in infinite feline wisdom - if she can't pet herself in this state, Sirius can. So she practically prowls up to him, then jumps into his lap, and takes up the entire space, and looks up expectantly.

"Mrow."

[canemstellam]

Sirius chuckled and lifted a hand to rub over the top of her head. "I wonder who is larger, Padfoot or you," he said, settling comfortably in his chair as he continued to pet her. "We'll need to think of a nickname for you." He gave her little scritches behind her ears and watched her with a smile.

[reparo]

There's a thought - maybe she's bigger than Padfoot, what a delightful idea. Almost as delightful as his fingers scritching behind her ears, yes yes, just there.

The cheekiest thing happens. Faced with that much wonderful attention, the massive cat starts purring, and slowly, very slowly, kneading Sirius's leg.

[canemstellam]

Later, they would have to test out who is the biggest but for now, Sirius settled in and continued to give her scritches just where she wanted. Especially if that purr and her kneading his thigh was any indication.

He chuckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? It's one of my favorite parts too."

[reparo]

The cat nods, and then in an act of pure territorialism, pushes her head into Sirius' hand, and nuzzles it. Later she might be mortified over how overly affectionate, and purring, she got - but now is the time for getting petted.

[canemstellam]

Sirius grinned and slid his hand over her head before giving scritches to the back of her ears. She really did make a beautiful cat but that was unsurprising. She'd grown into a beautiful woman and still brilliant as ever. He had no doubt whatsoever that she could pull something like this off. If three fifteen-year-olds could do it, she certainly could.

[reparo]

And then, the oddest thing happens - she relaxes. It's an unusual reaction from her altogether, because she isn't known for her ability to relax at all, but with Sirius petting her, and the self-satisfaction of having achieved her Animagus form, it creates this unique moment.

For Sirius, anyway.

Of having a cat purring in his lap, breathing slowly, until eventually, she's taking a nap right there.

OKAY BUT THIS IS ADORABLE.

[canemstellam]

It was perhaps the first time that Sirius has seen Hermione this relaxed and so content. It was nice to see and even nicer to know he's the one that caused it. Not that he planned on thinking about that one for too long at this point. No, instead, he was going to enjoy this quiet time with her. Even if it did mean she was asleep for part of it.

Sirius looked down at her and smiled. Without shifting her too much, if at all, he reached for the file he'd been reading and brought it closer so he could start working through it again with a sleeping cat on his lap.

meow

[reparo]

The process of transforming into an Animagus, successfully, had been a terribly long one. Between the research - conducted in secret, with only McGonagall to know better - and managing to brew the potions in her little room in Grimmauld Place (she helped them clean it up after the war, it only made sense when Harry told her to stay - the alternative option would've been to look for a place for herself, with her parents lost to her - albeit alive - in Australia). There was a risk of it blowing up in her face, of having to be rushed to St Mungo's maybe, but thankfully she still has it.

It turns out, her spellcasting abilities are not reduced to stressful war situations.

But, in short, she's tuckered out. She naps in Sirius' lap for all of three hours, before she rises again. It's only halfway through a tongue bath that she realises what she's doing, and hops out of his lap quickly.

When she turns back to herself, thankfully, her clothes remain on her body as they were before.

[canemstellam]

Ever since his name was cleared and Sirius was able to go about his business, he had been working hard in not only restoring the Black family name but improving it. Now that he was, by default, the Head of the House of Black, it was his responsibility to make something of it.

And Merlin, it was as boring as he had always thought it would be.

Still, it allowed him to provide a home for Harry and Hermione (and anyone else that needed someplace to crash). But it was times like these when looking at investment options from Gringotts that he really wish Moony was around to help him make sense of it all. He glanced down at a sleeping Hermione in his lap and smiled, sliding his fingers through her fur.

It did surprise him by how long she stayed asleep. Not that he was at all bothered by it, it was a comforting presence. After everything that had happened, he was pleased that someone (other than Crookshanks and his Godson) was comfortable enough to sleep on him (for three hours).

When she woke up, he was on the final file he was looking through regarding the Black estates and glanced down when she started giving herself a tongue bath before realizing what she was doing. He chuckled when she quickly jumped out of his lap and turned back into the young woman he was more used to seeing around the house. "Did you have a good nap?"

[reparo]

That may have been just a little embarrassing. She not only laid in his lap and demanded - demanded! - to be petted like some touch-starved thing, but also had the gal of falling asleep there. And to put the cherry on that cake, she's pretty sure she'd started to bathe herself in Sirius Black's lap.

"I - yes. Sorry about that," she practically squeaks, before clearing her throat. "Is that normal? I mean, the more primal side of the brain taking over during the first transformation?"

[canemstellam]

Sirius shook his head with a chuckle. "Don't apologize, it's normal. My first transformation? I chased my tail for nearly an hour, demanded Remus pet me, and licked myself. It happens that first transformation." He paused and thought back on that first transformation and chuckled. "Prongs refused to sit down for two weeks in his form. The primal side lessens the more you do it."

He closed the file and stood from his chair.

"I would say this calls for a celebration dinner but if you haven't told Harry yet, we can settle for a celebration drink instead?"

[reparo]

She balks a little at that, letting out a little cough - right, licked himself. She did just start to groom herself in his lap, though thankfully from the front paws first. Oh Merlin, note to self - do not get in Sirius' lap again.

Him closing the file brings her back with a sudden snap, and she starts a little.

"I haven't - no. He doesn't... Well, he's an Auror, isn't he?" she murmurs, with half a smile. "And technically I am as of now unregistered. So I guess this makes it two Azkaban-bait in this room."

Oh, what a dumb joke to make, but unlike her Animagus form, Hermione remains slightly awkward around Sirius. Ever since the Veil spat him out, five years after the war, she has witnessed his steady return to power with a building sort of fascination. He'd been so haggard and lost upon his return from - well, death - and now, the confident man in front of her was nothing short of...unsettling. Maybe she was a bit jealous of that confidence. Maybe she wanted some of that herself.

"I'll settle for a drink if it's not Ogden," she answers instead. "Since I like having feeling left in my lungs, thank you."

you can always sit in Sirius' lap, Hermione!

[canemstellam]

Sirius cocks his head as he arches an eyebrow with a grin. "You know he is one of the last people to tell on you. The rule breaker-junior Marauder he is."

Having said that, Sirius couldn't deny that he liked something about Hermione that Harry didn't know yet. He smirked in amusement and shook his head. He'd finally (albeit slowly) made peace with his past in Azkaban (not to mention having been 'technically' dead for several years) that joking about it was much easier than actually considering how two decades of his life was taken away from him.

He was, admittedly, in a much better place than post-Azkaban which was due to no short of hard work. Honestly, he was damn proud of how far he'd come since then and how far he'd brought his house back. After being given a second/third chance, there had been no other option but to make something of his life.

"Hm, not sure I have anything that isn't Ogden," he teased her as he led the way out of the study. "Actually, I may have a bottle of elf wine around." Sirius was damn proud of how far Hermione had come through the years and had noticed the pleased look in her eyes when she'd been a cat earlier.

"How long did the entire process take for you?"