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Welcome to Fan Fiction's Picture Prompt!

In this thread, you can earn tickets by posting a small piece of writing using the below picture as your inspiration! Your writing can be from any fandom or even an original work.


Rules
1. All HEX rules apply. Please keep all content appropriate and within the bounds of the site's PG-13 rating.
2. All work must be your own. Plagiarism is taken very seriously; if a piece is found to be plagiarized, you will face time in Azkaban.
3. Your post must be between 100-300 words long.
4. You may write a different piece for the same picture multiple times, but only your first three entries will be awarded tickets.
5. All posts must be submitted to this thread by
January 31st at 11:59 PM HEX time to be eligible for tickets to the monthly raffle.
6. Questions, comments, or concerns about this should be addressed to the Fan Fiction Moderators: Jenni, Cody, Desi, Maria Ana, Clint, Rii, or Jiae.

Breaking any of these rules is grounds for suspension from this contest, and your entries will no longer be counted.

Prizes
Each eligible post will earn up to 4 tickets towards the Fan Fiction Monthly Raffle, with a maximum limit of 12 tickets.

Each participant who submits a valid entry gets 1 ticket towards Author's Notes.


Task
 

Muggle Born
Gryffindor
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1st year Witch
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Everyone has heard of bird dogs, those faithful hounds muggle hunters use to retrieve there prey. Well Hargid has finally managed to successful breed a dogbird, that's fight your furry companion is now the size of a walnut and flies. It has a keen sense of smell and can find lost items unfortunately you will have to retrieve it your self as this minuscule creature couldn't bare the weight.Soft furry and feathery this is the solution to those who would love to have a dog but haven't the room a feeding is almost free as the eat left overs from you table. unlike a bird they can be house broken so cleaning a cage is unnecessary and they mekr wonderful companions
When asked why he had created it Hagrids only comment was "Why the Bloody hell Not!
(WC137)
 

Mixed Blood
Slytherin
Making up all my homework now :D
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Minerva McGonagall looked out at her class of sixth year students. She had to watch them very closely because today, the lesson was a pretty difficult one. They were transfiguring a bird into a dog. She wasn’t quite sure why such a spell existed, or why she had to teach it to these students, but she wasn’t the one deciding what was in the curriculum. She sighed, took a drink of her tea, and watched over them.
Most of the students were getting it pretty much right. A Slytherin’s still had the tail wagging, that wasn’t a big deal. There was even one student that got it correct on the first try, a very smart Hufflepuff in the third row. She always enjoyed having her in this class, it was refreshing not being surrounded by people that didn’t know the difference between a wand and a stick on the ground. Okay, that was a little harsh.
Everyone was doing good, until she looked over to a Gryffindor boy. He was horrible at magic, she felt bad for thinking it, but he just was. This time, he managed to have the body of a bird, but it still maintained the head of the dog. Because of this, it was much too top heavy, and fell over onto it’s poor little face. This caused most of the students to crack up laughing, but Minerva had to jump into action quickly.
She changed the creature back into a bird, and glared at the student in question.
“Okay, class. You did very well, for the most part, I’ll see you tomorrow so we can go over this spell again, and hopefully perfect it. Your homework is to read up on animal Transfiguration, you’ll find that on pages 394-510. Read up.”
[WC: 296]
 

Pureblood
Ravenclaw
いつまでも
2nd year Wizard
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Posts: 1,927
ENTRY #1
Everything was wrong. There was orange in the blue, even the freshly painted blue, and there were too many plates on the table, as well as one beneath the table for the dog, which we didn't have. There was a curtain where there was no window and a door where there was a window and a gaping hole into outer space where there was a door. Except it wasn't nice space, like in my video games, it was bad space, which would make you disappear if you went into it. There was very little to do there after the initial millisecond. Even worse, perhaps, was the bread, which was slices horizontally into five big slices. The background to all this was constant barking, but not like a normal dog would. It was high pitched, and sharp. Imagine a dog being shrunk to the size of a hand, and then imagine that dog sounding more like a bird. That's what it sounded like. So everything was wrong. And I didn't like it.


[ word count: 171 ]
 

Pureblood
Ravenclaw
いつまでも
2nd year Wizard
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Posts: 1,927
ENTRY #2
"He's done it again..." Madeline's voice was exasperated, as well as exhausted. A nasty combination of two emotions that had been eating at the both of us for a good few weeks now. Ever since we'd found out about the strange mutations in the forest our lives had revolved around the bizarre and downright distasteful. "It's a bird, this time, with the head of a dog."

I had barely dared to take a look, as that combination didn't sound like the kind that would make it. Most mutations didn't live past the first few days of creation, no matter how we tried to save them. "Let's get to it..." I said, wondering how tricky it was going to be to capture this jittery creature.

A good half hour later, the bird was flapping its wings rapidly against the sides of the box we had captured it in. I hoped it would soon calm down, but it was clear the animal was very confused. It had been flying haphazardly from branch to branch when we'd tried to catch it. It had nearly fallen out of the sky a few times. This creature didn't have the tools to fly, let alone to find food.

"We have to stop him..." I muttered under my breath, feeling that same anger well up inside of me. I knew getting angry wouldn't help anyone, but it was hard. I'd seen so many of these creatures fail to thrive. I couldn't even imagine what would spur someone to conduct experiments like this, especially considering they all failed so drastically and painfully. It was a pride thing, no doubt, someone trying to show off. Well... if I could help it, it wouldn't be for much longer now.


[ word count: 289 ]
 

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The video on a certain Muggle social media site had been viewed over three million times. Other photo sharing sites had shared the image to so many people it threatened to break the internet. Newspapers and television stations were running it as their lead story, and the discussion ranged from outright disbelief, it is an obvious hoax, to it being reviled as an experiment too far in genetic engineering.
At the Ministry of Magic, Hermione Granger-Weasley was at her wits end, she was simultaneously the Minister for Magic, in charge of the incident, she was also responsible for arresting and charging the culprits. Hermione had called on every Obliviator to erase the memories of everyone who had viewed it and liaised with Muggle Ministers in virtually every country trying to rectify the the lapse in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, but most of all Hermione was furious with Ron Weasley for casting the Transfiguration in the first place, to amuse Rose and Hugo, then allowing them to upload the image on their computer. Hermione was exasperated that her husband could end up in Azkaban over a stupid spell.
(WC 190)
 

Mixed Blood
Slytherin
"You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible..." - THEREFORE: NO PRANKS, please...
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"Mrs. Weasley?"
The noise brought the attention of the whirling dervish who had laundry washing, brooms sweeping, dusters dusting and supper cooking.
"Hermione! Glad to have your help. This needs a firm hand."
The young Gryffindor angled her movements toward the door leading to the back meadow.
"What happened?"
Setting her spells on automatic, Molly joined her -- sitting in a worn chair and offering its twin to Hermione.
"Well, dear, it was the book..."
Hermione mentally ripped through the list of children's books she'd loaned Arthur Weasley. None jumped out as patently dangerous.
"I'm struggling to understand --"
Molly interjected to stop Hermione's confusion -- "The dog one."
That narrowed it to four books, but didn't explain Molly interrupting Hermione's family's dinner.
"Let's see...", Hermione mused. "There's 'The Incredible Journey', 'Where the Red Fern Grows' -- it wasn't them, was it?"
"No..." Molly shook her head. "No..."
Frowning, Hermione named the final two possibilities -- "That leaves 'Owd Bob' and 'Bird Dogs Can't Fly'; I can't --"
"Yes!" Molly gestured in confirmation. "That's it!"
Shock kept Molly's favorite swot silent.
"The story touched Arthur, got him thinking."
"Thinking..." Hermione groaned.
"Apparently, the dog took care of a wounded bird until it could fly. Arthur thought it sad that they'd be parted when the bird healed."
An image of the disaster solidified in Hermione's head...
"Arthur asked Ron to stop by and they were experimenting with spells and.."
Another Weasley experiment went pear-shaped...

Hermione hauled herself from her seat with a "Say no more, I'll sort it --" and hastened towards the poor transfigured beast.
"Give them a good talking to," Molly called after her "-- I'm not keen on casting shield charms on the whole meadow!"
"Neither am I," Hermione growled...

[WC:296]

Edited by SlytherinBlack
 

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Fred and George Weasley were planning a spectacular Valentines display in their store, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, as they came up with ever more outrageous and ingenious ideas. They had the usual Love Potions and Wonder Witch products, the Daydream Charm, Pygmy Puffs all guaranteed to make the lovers day go well. But they needed something new and exciting and had been practicing a difficult Transfiguration spell, Avifors Canis Minor, which if cast correctly should produce a colourful bird to perch on your shoulder with the head of a dog to snuggle and lick you for thirty minutes and sent anonymously by an admirer. After a few false starts the twins had successfully managed to produce enough of the flying canine smoochers to fill all the cages hanging from the ceiling of their shop.
(WC 133)
 

Pureblood
Ravenclaw
いつまでも
2nd year Wizard
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ENTRY #3
"I keep having these weird dreams, in which nothing makes sense."

"Can you describe one of these dreams for me?'

Marcus Roberts didn't look up from his note block to look at me. His pen was hovering above the paper, waiting to write down whatever I'd say that was of remote interest to the psychologist's work. The man looked bored. His eyes were half open, threatening to fall shut, and I was pretty sure I'd seen him suppress several yawns. It was clear to me that neither of us wanted to be here.

"Well," I began, while glancing at the clock. Still five minutes to go before the session would end... I was actually hoping he'd listen and tell me something, because I needed answers. "Like I said, nothing makes any sense. Sometimes the world is upside down. Sound seems... err... inverted. And light seems backwards. There are people in my dream, but their names don't fit with their faces, or their voices come out of their hands. And animals... the animals are even stranger. I see lions with fox tails, cats with horse legs, and birds with dog heads."

Marcus refused to write any of that down and let out a quiet sigh. "Alright, what does that make you feel like?" It was a standard question he fell back on when he hadn't really listened.

"Lonely," I replied, even if it wasn't the dreams that made me feel lonely, but rather the fact that no one was listening. "It's gone on for a long time now," I said. "I haven't had a normal dream in months."

Marcus hummed in pretended understanding. "Let's talk more next week, shall we?"

"Yeah..." I wondered whether I'd show up next week at all. "Thanks for err..." falling asleep during the entire session?


[ word count: 299 ]
 

Pureblood
Slytherin
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Two second-year students were sitting near Hagrid cottage as they were practicing their transfiguration lesson. They were trying to transfigure a cup into a bird by using the Avifors Spell used class. Matthias sitting cross-legged on the grass had his wand in his right hand and the cup on the crisp green grass. He waved the wand and pointed it to the object and said the words “ah-vi-fors! Then the cup wobbles a bit but nothing happened. Ryan laughed at his attempt. Matthias gave him a stern look and passed the cup to him. Ryan cleared his throat and grabbed his wand and said “AH-vi-fors! WOOF! Fang leaped from behind them to lick their faces. The boys with open mouths didn’t move because Ryan had conjured a bird with a dog’s head.

[WC: 132]
 

Muggle Born
Ravenclaw
Someone...anyone...inspire me to write...please...
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Peering down over the ramparts, Shay turned to his friend with a look of slight smugness on his face.

"See, I can move through dimensions with ease, and here we are..." He gestured to the bustling streets below the castle, making the girl next to him roll her eyes.

As Shay fell silent, they both looked down to the small town of Termington, the small wizarding village that their interdimensional travels had begun at only a few hours ago. The streets were a flurry of activity as witches and wizards alike perused the haphazard stalls. Some were with children, who were following along behind them as their attention flitted between fizzing whizbees and chocolate frogs.

The stalls themselves had an admirable and very extensive inventory. Shay and Rhia knew each one by heart- from the Enchanted Apples stall-where people were drawn in by the rapidly colour-changing fruits- to the Miraculous Medicines shop, where unfortunate victims of any sort of illness could come to find something to nurse them back to help. The Numeracy Nurses were a hit.

"Earth." Shay stated smugly after the two had looked their fill.

Fixing him with a stare, Rhia crossed her arms. "But which one?"

"Number 1758-" Shay trailed off, his brows furrowed as he squinted at a roll of parchment he had procured from his pocket. "Wait a minute," He mumbled, ignoring Rhia's muttered words of annoyance in favour of studying the small numbers that danced across the parchment

Just as he looked up, they heard a loud booming sound coming from below the tower. Straining to look over the ramparts, they gasped in unison at the sight. A small figure, followed by several others of the like, was strutting through the marketplace. As they watched, he lifted a trumpet to his mouth as they realised where the loud noise had come from.

"Are you still so sure we're on our own Earth?" Rhia asked doubtfully, as she watched the small- goblins? begin to peruse the market stalls.

Shaking his head, Shay pocketed the parchment. "Maybe they're just visitors." He said. Rhia raised an eyebrow, sure that he was simply trying to convince himself of the words, rather than her.

As they refocused on the gaggle of goblins below, a minute bark startled them, the sound coming from directly behind them. Turning in shock, they saw a- well. It was hard to tell entirely what it was...but it looked a whole lot like-

"Is that a tiny, flying bird-dog?" Rhia asked dubiously. Reaching out a hand, she gave the air surrounding the creature an experimental poke.

The bird-dog gave out a small yip, before buzzing a few metres away, serenading them with a series of barks, yips and tweets.

"Yeah..." Shay said, ready to admit defeat. "Maybe this isn't our Earth."

Edited by obsessedbutonline
 

Muggle Born
Ravenclaw
“Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am.”
3rd year Witch
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Entry 1:

Every other kid at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had an owl. Or a cat. Or a toad. One girl even had a pygmy puff. But no one, no one, had a Dowl except for him. Bandy had actually created this pet, which was half owl and half dog, by accident in his Transfiguration class and decided to keep it. It was really cute and the bark was surprising coming from something so tiny. He thought he might even be able to breed these in the future. Now he knew what he was going to do after he graduated. He just had to make a few more of these little darlings.
 

Muggle Born
Ravenclaw
“Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am.”
3rd year Witch
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Posts: 45,036
Entry 2:

It looked so real. But it wasn’t. It seemed to breathe. But it didn’t. It seemed to Bark. But it didn’t. But it flew. It soared oh so high and then dived ever so low. It looped and swooped around her head just barely brushing her hair. It fluttered its way into her heart. Even so: it wasn’t real. Was it really flying or was it just her imagination? It came down in a gentle glide and landed on her hand. It was so tender, so downy soft, so light, light as the very air. So what if it wasn’t real? It made her smile.
 

Muggle Born
Ravenclaw
“Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am.”
3rd year Witch
Status: Online
Age: 51
Posts: 45,036
Entry 3:

The production company thought that the whole movie had been a flop. It seemed like it had been an absolutely complete waste of their time and a waste of the investors’ money. But Lady Luck was smiling on them as it turned out. While no part of the flick had appealed to a mature audience, one tiny little thing in it had appealed to the ten and under crowd.

One of the characters had a pet. A little dog-birdy named Wingster. The kids just adored him. Little stuffed effigies of him just flew off the shelves of toy stores by the millions. The producers knew who the star of their next project was going to be!

[WC-115]
 

Muggle Born
Ravenclaw
"And how do you manage?" I dodge the blast and apologize for collateral damage
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Entry 1

Even for the most gifted of seventh years, trans-species Transfiguration was difficult and the task that Professor McGonagall had set them for this week seemed nearly impossible at this point. Really though, it had been Marjory's fault; if she hadn't opened her mouth to boast about how 'lacking in challenge' their Transfiguration assignments had been lately, they likely wouldn't be in such a frustrating tangle right now. With a slow sigh, Laurel swept a few strands of hair back out of her face and stared at the labrador puppy sitting on her bed.

"I don't suppose you'll be of any help, will you." The dog wagged it's tail at her voice, its tongue lolling out happily, but otherwise offered no reply. Of course. It was a dog after all. She was supposed to be transfiguring it into a bird, namely the sparrow she'd selected out of the suggestions the professor had given. Something dull in color and not too complex to keep the process as simple as possible.

Ready for another try, despite her past few failures, Laurel lifted her wand and focused, picturing the bird in her mind's eye as she traced a precise wand movement through the air, ending by pointing the tip at the dog's black nose. Golden light spilled forth and made her eyes widen as, for the first time since she'd begun her attempts, magic began shifting the dog's body. It whined softly, giving a small bark as it began to shine and shrink; Laurel's excitement grew....until the light faded.

"Bloody hell." A bird-dog. An incomplete transfiguration. Laurel put her head in her hands.

This assignment was never going to get finished. Thanks a lot Marjory.

[WC: 283]
 

Muggle Born
Ravenclaw
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Entry 2

"See what happens when you take your experiments too far. By God Holmes, what you've done to Toby!" The short, stocky form of the good Dr. John Watson moved back and forth in a line reminiscent of his days with the army. Sometimes, he almost thought he'd take Afghanistan over Holmes' nonsense. "What did you even do? I can't...." Trailing off with a sigh, John collapsed into his chair, cane forgotten.

For his own part, Sherlock Holmes was squatting, hands pressed in a pyramid against which his lips rested as he considered the part-dog, part-bird form of his hound. He had been listening with half an ear to his companion's complaints but, like much of Watson's worries, they bothered him little. "Curious." He said to himself, ignoring John bristling nearby, doubtless preparing another tirade. "Oh do calm yourself, my dear Watson. By my calculations, Toby will return to normal within the hour. I was simply attempting to make improvements upon an alchemical concoction I found amongst my grandfather's belongings. He was a brilliant wizard, famous even. Nicolas Flamel."

Rubbing his temples, John sighed and reached for his tea, the contents of which were now approaching lukewarm having been ignored in favor of the doctor's exasperation with his roommated. "If it weren't so bloody disturbing, I might be impressed." John muttered, earning a half-grin from Sherlock, who had pushed gracefully out of the crouch with Toby, the bird-dog, in his palm. "Transfiguration nearly perfected with a mix of science and magic AND without the use of a wand?" Holmes made a 'tsk'ing noise with his tongue. "You should be beyond impressed Watson. I am a marvel."

John rolled his eyes, but his next smile was fond. "That you are Holmes. That you are."

[WC: 300]
 

Muggle Born
Ravenclaw
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Entry 3

These muttations didn't seem terrifying...not at first.

Harper had caught sight of a whole flock of them heading towards his hiding spot when he'd shimmied up a tree to gather some of the ripe coconuts for use. He was biding his time in these Games, making sure to stay away from the other district competitors, using his gathering skills (he was from the agriculture district after all) instead of worrying about elimination. Eventually, the numbers would thin and he would make his move.

But he knew, already, that he wouldn't get out unscathed.

They looked harmless, almost cute, with puppy-faces and innocently doleful eyes that encouraged tributes closer to pet and touch. And unlike the fierce wolf/human muttations of the past, these were small, with their easily crushed bird-like bodies hardly offering any sort of threat. But as he'd long since learned, living in an outlying district, nothing was ever as it seemed when it came to the Capitol. And after the gruesome scene he'd witnessed, he didn't want any of the bird/dog muttations (Darrows, they were calling them, and just as deadly as the plant that shared it's name) near him.

They hopped around, waiting for tributes to near, their eyes happy and tongues warm....and once a touch was initiated....it was chaos. They swarmed, like Japanese honeybees, rending flesh with sharp canines and digging out soft spots with razor-like talons. As a group, they devastated the soft flesh of any tribute unlucky enough to have been captured.

Harper could still hear the screams.

He was certain, no matter what came of this years Games, he would never forget them.

[WC: 272]
 

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Entry One

"Your turn, Mr. Longbottom."

Neville jumped as Professor McGonagall called on him. Hermione had just done the spell perfectly. How on earth was he supposed to follow her? Transfiguration was far from his strong suit, and he just knew he would do it wrong. This spell had been particularly hard last year, and now... now he was expected to do it nonverbally. Very slowly, he stood, looking down at the bird on his desk.

Neville swallowed, keeping his eyes on the yellow bird while pretending he couldn't hear the giggles of his classmates. He drew his wand and flicked it, concentrating with all his might on the bird. With any luck, nothing would happen and he could just sit back down.

There was a loud chirping sound, followed by a very canine bark. Neville's mouth dropped open as he realized... he'd half-transfigured the bird into some sort of dog. That couldn't be good.

"For Godric's sake, Longbottom," Professor McGonagall muttered, moving over to stand beside him. She stared at the creature. "How on earth..." She sighed. "Try again."

Neville sighed, ignoring the whispering of his classmates. Even with the extra practice of the DA, he still couldn’t master the simplest transfiguration spells. Though he was doing better at defensive ones…

"Today, if you don't mind?"

Neville concentrated on the bird-dog. He allowed himself to think only of the spell, repeating it over and over in his mind as he flicked his wand at the creature. And there it was. The goblet sat before him wasn’t quite as ornate as Hermione’s had been, but… it was a goblet.

“Good,” Professor McGonagall said with a tight smile. “Five points to Gryffindor.”

[WC: 279]
 

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Entry Two

Tina wasn't sure what she was looking at. It sounded like a dog, but... that thing wasn't a dog. She supposed she should've expected to see something odd when she went to visit Mr. Sca- No. Newt. He'd asked her to call him Newt. And after the adventures they'd shared together... she touched the engagement ring on her left hand. Yes, it was most definitely appropriate to do so.

She returned her focus to the creature in front of her. "I don't suppose you know where Newt is?" she asked the creature. She'd learned long ago that several of Newt's creatures could understand her if she spoke to them. "Could you show me where he went?"

She didn't want to go wandering around the suitcase alone. No telling where Newt was, and she'd rather not get lost and end up trapped in a pit of vipers or something. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" she said, reaching out slowly to pet the bird-dog.

"That's not a good idea," a voice behind her said. She pulled her hand back and turned, smiling at Newt Scamander. "Sorry, but I don't know much about him, only that he can spit acid when agitated."

Tina stepped away from the creature and closer to Newt. "Right. Um. Well... Hi."

“Hello, Tina,” Newt said with a big smile. His eyes were on the creature behind her. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Tina asked, looking over at Newt. “You invited me.”

“Right. Yes. I did do that, didn’t I?”

Tina chuckled, taking the arm he offered to her. “You did. I was a bit surprised that you suddenly wanted me to meet your family today. But… but I’m happy to.”

“They’ll love you, Tina. Just like I do.”

[WC: 295]
 

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Entry 1

Uh oh. Odhran knew that playing around with the little bird had been a bad idea when he was so clearly still affected by the trauma he had experienced, but he was determined to get revenge on his brother if it was the last thing he ever did. It was immaterial that he was now twentysomething and supposed to be a grown up, he was fed up with the name calling, the jibes, the hurt, all the pain he had experienced from him over the years.

All he had wanted to do was to turn the little bird his brother kept as a pet into a puppy and have it chase everyone around the room. It also helped that his brother had a mild dog allergy and couldn't go too close to animals either. He would learn not to mess with Odhran again.

Unfortunately, he hadn't focused sufficiently during his attempt to transform the bird. His mind had been too occupied with the trauma and what he would do after he had trapped his brother, sealed all the windows and placed the dog as a guard. His allergies would keep him from getting too close to the door, he never kept his wand on him when he was at home, and for a full hour, Odhran could have peace and quiet.

This dog-headed bird was proof that he needed to practice Transfiguration more. It had been a long time since he had made a mistake this bad. He needed to fix it before anyone saw just how weak his magic was getting.
 

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