In Our First Transfiguration Class Novels & Stories

"I'm fine. Just tired. But seeing you like this, alive, curious, and strong, makes it worth it." I smiled at her words, feeling oddly encouraged. "Thanks, Tanya." "Go on now, darling. Don't keep your friend waiting." I left the area and finally rejoined Lily then we headed toward our next class which was about transformation control drills. Unfortunately, as soon as we entered the area, I immediately spotted Regina, Althea and Ethan, standing near them. Lily groaned under her breath. "Of course." After a few minutes, our professor finally arrived and immediately began explaining the importance of controlling a shift, how smooth transformations prevented injury and preserved energy.

She would not give them the satisfaction. So she gathered her bag, straightened her spine despite the pain lacing every joint, and climbed the rest of the way down with her head held high though inside, her humiliation burned hotter than fire. …. In class, Seraphine sat quietly, hoping to pass unnoticed. The class smelled faintly of chalk dust and ozone, as if past incantations still lingered in the air. At the front, Magister Caelum moved with the precision of a clockwork figure, his wand tapping once against the slate as he gave the assignment: a simple focus exercise, weaving threads of raw light into steady, floating orbs.

“Magic here grows in stages. Builds on itself. Follows each cast that came before it. Without understanding the flow you will destroy your work or possibly yourself.” The entire class leaned forward. I stayed very still, why the fuck am I even in this class when I don’t have magic like others. I had no magic. No stages. No flow. Just fear and raw panic and the wild hope that I would not be killed by an exploding spell. The professor wrote something in the air and it hovered over us. “Let us begin. Channel your magic into the first sequence.” The class obeyed. The room filled with glowing shapes and swirling colors.

There are posters advertising clubs and events, and I can't help but wonder what all of them entail. We make our way to my first class, and I'm reassured to see that it's a standard humanities class — History, English, and Philosophy. I take a deep breath and enter the room, trying to appear calm and collected. The teacher, a tall, regal-looking werewolf, greets us and introduces himself as Mr. Howl. He motions for us to take a seat, and I settle into a desk next to Lily. The rest of the class is a mix of supernatural beings, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising as I try to mask my nervousness.

This new transferre didnt proke trouble in his first day of school, right? "Let us borrow this new transferee for a moment, Teacher Miah" But before he could voice out her doubt, these was the last words she heard before the three vanishes into thin air leaving them still with doubts inside their chest but still, she was a Teacher after all, she regained her calm after a matter of seconds and clapped her hands thrice causing for the students whose mind was still in a daze to raise their head and paid attention at the front, Teacher Miah then said,

she exclaimed, her voice warm and engaging. The students sprang to their feet, their faces filled with respect and admiration. "Good morning, Ma'am!" they chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to speak. "Today, we'll be having a special upgrading class. We'll be welcoming some of our Class One students who have shown exceptional potential, and a select few will be fast-tracked to Class Four, skipping Class Three altogether!" The room buzzed with anticipation as Hazel paused for dramatic effect. Then, with a flourish, she gestured to the door, and five students entered, their faces beaming with pride and nervousness.

That single thought made me feel even smaller. The door opened, and Orion walked in. My eyes widened in surprise. I hadn’t realized we were in the same class. “How are you, princess?” he asked lightly, ruffling my hair as he passed. He slid into the seat beside me with an easy grin. “I wasn’t here last year, so I missed this class. Turns out it’s compulsory.” I managed a small smile. “That explains it.” The lecturer’s voice filled the room a moment later, announcing the topic: Forbidden Practices and Their Punishments.

Yana called me, “Don’t forget to bring your DSLR camera this Friday so we can start doing our video presentation.” I tried to recall if the camera was still at home. I tried to remember. “No worries, I will check it at home.” Everyone subdued their silence as the man in black shirts appeared in the door and walked inside until placed his chalk box and class record on the table. He discreetly coughed. “Okay, welcome to the first day of the class and please say present as your name is called.” “Yes, Sir.” The class answered in unison. He alphabetically stated our family names in roll call. Name after the other and his eyeglasses rolled down on the tip of his nose and peered above the frame an

Anyone with that strength has the right to earn a name and a recommendation. Disbelief filled the room. Well it's only obvious,the rosary is really doing its job. Teacher: Okay students, don't think too much of it. Now we will begin our class. Now then don't fall behind but I guess I will explain a little slower for our new student here. She was about to start the class when suddenly there was a knock in the door and a demon came in. I don't recognize him but considering that aura he is giving out he is probably one of the higher ups. What is he doing here?

The doors close right as she screams. “See?” I say, looking down at Scott. “This is what happens when you cross me.” I’m trying to sound tough, but I know the shock in my eyes is anything but menacing. I have no idea what I did. I had no idea I could even do that. Transfiguration is complicated magic. I spent some time studying it during my university years, but my main focus was on conjuring. The same magic that causes werewolves to shift goes into the basics of transfiguration, and a spell gone wrong can result in serious disfiguration or death.