Being a Greengrass after all should sound pretty serene.
But being a part of "the Emeralds" should not, especially when hearts become entangled with the infamous Regulus Black.
Goodness, lawfulness, or evilness. Which path will they tread in the ti...
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The last week of June
The Great Hall had never felt colder, even in summer.
Its usual grandeur was dulled by long rows of desks and the low rustle of parchment. Sunlight streamed through the enchanted ceiling, but it did nothing to soften the silence — it only made the ink stains on everyone's hands more obvious.
Avery sat two rows from the front, spine straight, quill poised. Her final exam scroll lay in front of her like a quiet threat. The header was sharp in McGonagall's hand:
Advanced Theory of Transfigurative Properties and Principles — N.E.W.T. Level Preparation
She took a breath. Then began.
Question 3b: Explain the limitations of cross-species transfiguration, particularly concerning the laws of elemental preservation.
Her quill scratched steadily, neatly, no hesitation. The words came easily — not because she wasn't distracted, but because it was easier to focus on Transfiguration theory than the roiling tension just beneath the surface of everything. Avery could feel them around her — Dorcas, two seats up and to the left; Regulus, behind her; Evan somewhere on the opposite side of the hall. And Barty — she didn't want to think about Barty.
None of them spoke. None of them even coughed. The silence was so complete it began to feel like its own sound.
Question 5: In your own words, discuss the ethical concerns surrounding animate-to-inanimate transformations. Use examples from both historical texts and modern cases.
She wrote:
"When transforming sentient beings into objects, the question of consent is often ignored under the guise of necessity. This practice, historically used in warfare and punishment, raises concerns of autonomy, identity, and permanence..."
Avery paused, her quill hovering. Identity. Permanence.
Her hand tightened, then kept moving. The ink on her fingers smudged slightly, but she didn't stop. The scratching of quills was the only thing that tethered her to the moment. She didn't look at the others. The line had already started drawing itself — quiet, sharp, invisible. Not yet crossed. But close.
Final Question: If an object retains a trace of the magic used in its transformation, what implications does that have for the stability of long-term enchantments?
She wrote, even though part of her was barely there. When McGonagall called time, Avery let her quill fall. Her hand ached. She rolled up the parchment slowly, deliberately, then walked to the front and laid it on the towering stack without looking up.
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By the Black Lake – end of sixth year
Avery was the first to arrive. She had her shoes dangling from one hand, toes curling in the damp grass as she walked barefoot toward the Black Lake. It was stupidly early — too early for anyone to be up — but the idea of watching the sun rise on their last day had sounded poetic last night.
