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Thursday's last lesson of the day, shared with the Gryffindors, was not forgiving.
Human Transfiguration.
McGonagall had warned them it would be immensely difficult.
The classroom was lined with mirrors, and students stood in front of them, wands raised, expressions ranging from determined to deeply concerned.
"Crinus Muto." McGonagall instructed sharply. "You will be altering the colour of your eyebrows. Precision is key."
Calli stood before her mirror, posture straight, wand steady. Her reflection stared back; focused, controlled.
"Crinus Muto!"
"Miss Winterbourne, I said eyebrows!"
McGonagall's voice cracked through the room.
Calli turned, Lucy now had bright pink hair.
Not just her eyebrows.
Her entire head.
Sniggers rippled through the class.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Lucy protested, glaring at her reflection like it had betrayed her.
McGonagall swept over, brisk and efficient.
"A lack of control is rarely intentional, Miss Winterbourne." She said, with the faintest edge. A quick flick of her wand and Lucy's hair snapped back to normal.
Lucy muttered under her breath.
Calli bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing.
Across the room, Fred caught her eye.
Or rather his eyebrows did.
A particularly unfortunate shade of mud-green.
Calli's lips twitched.
Then failed.
She let out a quiet huff of laughter, quickly ducking her head.
Fred wiggled his brows at her.
It did not help.
"Miss Nott." McGonagall said crisply, without even turning around. "If you are quite done observing Mr. Weasley, I suggest you continue practicing."
Calli straightened immediately.
"Yes, Professor."
Her ears had gone pink.
She turned back to the mirror, expression smoothing into focus once more.
Wand raised.
Controlled breath.
Crinus Muto.
By the end of the lesson, however the room was a disaster of misplaced transfiguration.
Multicoloured eyebrows.
Mismatched lashes.
Someone had turned half their fringe neon orange.
Lucy had nearly done it again.
Even Stella's brows were a slightly off shade. Intentional, perhaps, but not perfect.
Calli glanced up.
Fred's were still stubbornly green.
She met his eyes.
Smirked, just slightly.
Eventually, McGonagall had had enough.
With a series of sharp, efficient flicks of her wand, the class was restored to normal; hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, all returned to their proper shades.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her. As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
