Twilight Buys a Wand

by Kentavritsa

A Winged Weasle: 22

Author's Note:

Ms. Twilight's POV

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I step into the classroom, where the Tabby Cat known as professor McGonagall is sitting. A few students, already sitting and waiting for the class to begin.

Professor McGonagall is one of the more popular teachers, on the account on her fairness. Even if she may be just as strict as all the other teachers of the school. What to be expected? She is supposed to give the stern impression, in order to maintain the respect and attention of everyone.

After a moment, Ron skulks in, into the room; taking his seat, sitting down. Just looking at the cat, waiting for the class to begin.

As long as it may take, before the class is to begin; this is not nearly long enough, for even the shortest of cat-naps. How typical. Though this may be the most pleasant cats, on the campus.

There are cats, other than Mr's Norris, owned by the Caretaker known as Filch; but none is giving points, in the house cup. She could take points, just as easily as she could give them; but if you are diligent in class and do not act like a brat, she still gives more than she is taking.

The last student of the class is entering the room, just before the door quietly slams shut. The next moment, the cat is jumping up into the air; before she is changing into the teacher, the Professor of Transfigurations. How befitting, as she is an Animagus.

Not to look down upon her for her feat, or belittle her achievement; but I am considered an Animagus, too. Right along with everyone of the first year's of Gryffindor.

Mid transformation, I jump up into the air; transforming into a lavender Weasle, just for the fun of it. Yes, a *Weasle, just to tease the Weasleys in class.

I had a spell, giving me the form. Unlike the regular Weasle; I had chosen a winged Weasle, to make the point

While I still look like a regular Weasle, I am lavender, and still hold all the characteristics that permits you to identify me as: Twilight Sparkle.

I notice, how Ron almost faints; as he is watching me making the leap, transforming into a Weasle. Ooh's and Aah's, are heard throughout the class. Naturally. What had you been expecting. It isn't as if someone was to be expected; to perform an impromptu Transfiguration, every other class.

“Wait, what?” exclaims Minerva, as she is noticing a purple Weasle in my place.

“Where did Twilight go, while I was transforming back to my normal form?” she inquires; “And I doubt Weasles, are even on the list of approved Familiars!” she then continues.

“Right here!” I respond; “I'm a special Weasle; a winged Weasle, as a prank on the Weaslys!” I point out, snickering at Ron.

“A winged Weasle?” Whinney inquires; “I never heard of them!” she then continues.

“What you haven't seen Whinney; could easily fill the Encyclopedia Magica!” Minerva offers, smiling.

“Ohh!!” Whinney exclaimed, in response.

Taken aback, by the revelation, she stutters for a moment; before she closes her mouth, remaining quiet.

“In Twilight, there is Adventure; new adventures aplenty!” I put forth, snickering.

“I am the shade, within which all the adventures are hiding; waiting for you, to brave forth!” Twilight suggests.

“I am the Sparkle, lighting your way ever forwards; whenever you need me, whenever you struggle in the dark!” Sparkle continues.

“Together, we will push ever forwards; lighting up the path in the darkness, enlightening any and every one brave and willing!” they then concluded, snickering.

“Wait, what?” Ron inquires, taken aback; expecting his older brothers monopolizing this mode of speech.

Minerva just shakes her head, as her class giggles or chuckles. What is she to do about the situation? At least, it is not interrupting the class, more than she could handle.

As the novelty is slowly subsiding; Minerva turns to the board behind herself, writing down the instructions as she is explaining the task.

Once she had explained, what she had in mind for the class; she is turning around, picking up a box of matches she is handing to her students: us.

“Turn your match into a needle!” she is instructing us, as she is walking back to her place at the front of the class.

Of course, she does have several more boxes, containing fresh matches; expecting us to need more, than just the first sample she is starting us off with.

As she is standing before us, looking intently at each and every one in turn, she soon raises an eyebrow at Rarity and her needle. A two and a half inch long Silver needle, with Golden details just for the effect. Not that the Gold or Silver is expected to enhance the needle in any way; a regular, stainless steel needle would have been perfectly fine and functional for all intents and purposes. But, why should Rarity be bothered by such petty details? She could always go for broke, and create the prettiest needle imaginable just because she could.

“Ten points for Gryffindor!” Minerva exclaims, as she sees Rarity's result; Five points, for Gryffindor!” she adds, as she is noticing my result.

“Brilliant!” Ron exclaims, as he is looking at the produced needles and hears of the rewards given by Minerva.

“Of course, who could blame him for his excitement; he is part of the house of Gryffindor as well, so he is sharing in the joy!” I ponder, snickering.

Hermione refuses to be outdone, as she manages to produce a passable needle of her own.

“Ta-Da...” she exclaims, as she is looking at her stain-less steel needle; “Looks as if I could use this at home!” she now adds.

“Two points for Gryffindor!” Minerva responds, as she is finding Hermione's needle.

“My house is making me proud!” Minerva considers, as she is observing the needles produced.

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After class, we step out of the classroom; leaving Minerva behind, on our way to the next class.

I'm riding Twilight, as I leave the room; the rest of our class surrounding me in a tight formation.

“Hermione, if you like; I could teach you the spell, to turn yourself or anyone else into a Weasle!” I point out.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you...” she responds.

I chose to wait until we left class, to make sure you can keep this under the blanket; just in case you wanted to invade the restricted section of the library, or sneak into any other location without anyone suspecting you!” I explain.

“Brilliant!” Ron exclaims, looking at me with aw on his voice.

“Twilight have several more spells just like it!” Pinkie Pie stage whispers, making sure none is overhearing her or the discussion.

“While she knows you can perform this spell, but they still don't know anyone else could perform it or any other Transformative spells!” Hermione puts forth, snickering.

“And why should they know?” Twilight inquires.

“Exactly!” Rarity supplies.

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*Weasle, as a pun on Weasley

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Comments

[Kentavritsa]

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isn't it mentioned, a store on the Diagon Alley selling these along with other sullies required for the education? This is where she bought it.
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How and why is this an issue?
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The Deer is a Species, while Celestia is a Person.
Maybe someone could have chosen a more general Alicorn?
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This would be the Potions classroom in the Dungeon. Snapes ithe teacher of the class.
Didn't Hermione want to answer every question? "Insufferable Knowitall"
This felt as if it would requirea little bit of fun, wouldn't you say?
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You think..
Thank you!