A story in which Isabella Jenkins shows great potential from a young age. When Isabella's powers first appeared they were aggressive and violent. Her mother was a muggle and was scared and unsure of what to do with Isabella's unpredictable outbursts...
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The Next day the Seven of us woke up early and after saying goodbye to Blaise we headed back to the common room to get changed and ready for school. Mary eyed us suspiciously as we entered the portrait hole. I got changed and put Ares into my inside pocket before heading back out of the common room and down to breakfast.
After breakfast, we headed to our first lesson which luckily for me was Transfiguration. As we walked in Hermione, Harry and Ron sat down together, they gave me questioning looks as they saw me walking up to McGonagall's desk. On the said desk there were a bunch of rocks in a pile. Once McGonagall saw me she lifted her head.
"Something I can help you with Isabella?" She asked pushing up her glasses.
"What are we turning those into?" I asked pointing to the rocks.
" You will be turning them into small animals such as insects and mice, why do you ask?"
Ignoring her question I lifted up a rock from the desk. I incaged the rock between my hands and closed my eyes. Concentrating on my magic I wandlessly and nonverbally transfigured the rock, and soon I felt the slight twitching of something in my hands. Lifting my top hand, I revealed that the rock had now been replaced with a small brown mouse. Keeping the mice firmly in my hand I looked up at McGonagall.
"Now that I've done that may please leave, I need to do something, it's urgent," I rushed. McGonagall looked at the mouse twitching in my hand with a small smile before dropping it and looking at me with her brows furrowed.
"What could possibly be so important that you must miss lesson time, Isabella?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"My Magic is getting out of control, It's getting more dangerous and I don't want to hurt someone on accident. I need time to practise," I explained quietly whilst running my thumb over the mouse that was wriggling in my hand. McGonagall sighed but looked at me in understanding. She scribbled something down on a piece of parchment before handing it to me.
"It's for in case you get stopped by a teacher if they see you out of class. I expect you to be in your next class, I may be giving you permission but the other teachers have not, go before the class is full," She said giving me a reassuring look.
"Your the best Minnie," I said smiling before grabbing my bag and making my way out of the classroom.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked as I walked past. Not answering I continued out of the room.
This is going to be hard work
As I walked down the corridor I realised that I still had a Mouse in my hands. I looked around and saw that there was no one in the corridor.
