Post by Kerridon Paradox on Jan 9, 2009 8:38:22 GMT -5
Kerridon made his way outside with a bag slung over his shoulder and several heavy books weighing it down. Ever since he’d seen D’rorah transform into her animagus he’d been wondering about the subject, and a few days later had started to read about it. It was a complicated process, and technically, it may have been wiser to actually register with the Ministry before going about it. But that Register was open for all to see, which sort of defeated the purpose of him transforming. He’d quickly decided that a small creature would be better if he wanted to use the animal form to spy, plus that would make the process quicker because smaller animals were so much easier to transform into. Flight had also been an advantage that had caught his eye when D’rorah had transformed into her sparrow form, but he wasn’t sure if a bird would work quite as well as what he had in mind. And it seemed that despite not being able to choose, whatever internal thing did choose the form managed to tick both of those boxes.
It had taken him a lot of attempting the transformations, but had slowly been getting better. A few weeks ago he had succeeded completely, and was now out to experiment with this newfound knowledge of his. It really wasn’t as easy as an outsider might think if they saw how little time it had taken him since getting the idea. But all of his energy had been focussed on that rather than anything else, and there had been a distinct lack of sleep. It reminded him of when he was younger, when if he really got his mind stuck into something he wouldn’t emerge from his room for weeks except for food. Not to mention that there had been the original notes on the subject which he had recovered after a quick, secret apparition session to his old home. They were more substantial than he had originally thought, which also helped to speed along the process.
The safest place seemed to be Potter Park, enclosed by hedges as it was. So long as there were no students there, it would be fine. The animal he was about to change into would not look particularly out of place, except perhaps for its size. Sure enough there was no one there – it was lunch for the rest of the school – and he dropped his bag underneath a bench, as well hidden as it could be for if anyone else entered and caught him off guard. Picking one book out from among the stack, he flipped through to a page covered in his own handwritten notes. It was his own book, ordered on fast owl from Diagon Alley, since he had thought it not prudent to write on one of the library books that anyone could view after he was done with it. Looking over the page once, he then closed it and placed it with his bag.
After another quick look around, he concentrated and a few seconds later had transfigured. Where he had been standing, a large, dark moth was fluttering slightly, its left wing torn a bit at the edges. That was one thing he had noticed immediately, and assumed it must have come from the multiple scars; evidence of Gat’s torture. He was aware of the irony of a moth living in darkness and being drawn to light, but chose not to pay too close attention to that. The dark colour would also blend in easily in the Shadow Realm, which was a plus.
It had taken him a lot of attempting the transformations, but had slowly been getting better. A few weeks ago he had succeeded completely, and was now out to experiment with this newfound knowledge of his. It really wasn’t as easy as an outsider might think if they saw how little time it had taken him since getting the idea. But all of his energy had been focussed on that rather than anything else, and there had been a distinct lack of sleep. It reminded him of when he was younger, when if he really got his mind stuck into something he wouldn’t emerge from his room for weeks except for food. Not to mention that there had been the original notes on the subject which he had recovered after a quick, secret apparition session to his old home. They were more substantial than he had originally thought, which also helped to speed along the process.
The safest place seemed to be Potter Park, enclosed by hedges as it was. So long as there were no students there, it would be fine. The animal he was about to change into would not look particularly out of place, except perhaps for its size. Sure enough there was no one there – it was lunch for the rest of the school – and he dropped his bag underneath a bench, as well hidden as it could be for if anyone else entered and caught him off guard. Picking one book out from among the stack, he flipped through to a page covered in his own handwritten notes. It was his own book, ordered on fast owl from Diagon Alley, since he had thought it not prudent to write on one of the library books that anyone could view after he was done with it. Looking over the page once, he then closed it and placed it with his bag.
After another quick look around, he concentrated and a few seconds later had transfigured. Where he had been standing, a large, dark moth was fluttering slightly, its left wing torn a bit at the edges. That was one thing he had noticed immediately, and assumed it must have come from the multiple scars; evidence of Gat’s torture. He was aware of the irony of a moth living in darkness and being drawn to light, but chose not to pay too close attention to that. The dark colour would also blend in easily in the Shadow Realm, which was a plus.