Post by Mimi Lockhart on Jul 4, 2006 22:02:18 GMT -5
A large, bald eagle lighted upon the window sill of the open 2nd floor window. It ruffled its feathers in an irritated manner and let out a short, yet piercing cry. The creature fluttered from the window sill to the floor a foot or two below. The bird's uncanny, yellow eyes scanned the surrounding area, making sure there was no one in sight.
And then, as if somebody had placed a Transfiguration spell upon it, the eagle began to grow. Its legs lengthened and claws were replaced by shoes. Feathers melted into nothing, exposing arms and legs. the beak vanished, leaving an ordinary face. And the white feathers crowning the bird's regal head faded into mousy, brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
Mimi Lockhart, now having transformed herself back into a girl, stretched and glanced around once more, just to make sure nobody had seen. She didn't really want people knowing she was an animagus. It had always been considered something to be ashamed of in her family, since nobody else could transform and she had been able to do it almost from birth with little effort. And anyway, she didn't want people running up to her in the hallway, asking her to transform or to teach them how to do it. So, no one was to know. Not October. Not August. Not even Drommel.
Speaking of October, Mimi almost half expected her to be here, writing or reading or obsessing over a certain greasy-haired Slytherin fourth year or something silly like that. And yet, she was alone.
((I bet you didn't know Mimi was an animagus. Truth is, Mimi didn't tell me until about a week ago.))
And then, as if somebody had placed a Transfiguration spell upon it, the eagle began to grow. Its legs lengthened and claws were replaced by shoes. Feathers melted into nothing, exposing arms and legs. the beak vanished, leaving an ordinary face. And the white feathers crowning the bird's regal head faded into mousy, brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
Mimi Lockhart, now having transformed herself back into a girl, stretched and glanced around once more, just to make sure nobody had seen. She didn't really want people knowing she was an animagus. It had always been considered something to be ashamed of in her family, since nobody else could transform and she had been able to do it almost from birth with little effort. And anyway, she didn't want people running up to her in the hallway, asking her to transform or to teach them how to do it. So, no one was to know. Not October. Not August. Not even Drommel.
Speaking of October, Mimi almost half expected her to be here, writing or reading or obsessing over a certain greasy-haired Slytherin fourth year or something silly like that. And yet, she was alone.
((I bet you didn't know Mimi was an animagus. Truth is, Mimi didn't tell me until about a week ago.))