Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses was Morgana's first lesson today - she was making for it, stalking through the corridors, her black witch dress concealing most of her body's shapes except the most obvious. Her dark leather bag hung on one of her shoulders, containing all her books, and her wand. It was made of dark ebony wood and had a griffin's feather in it's inner - it was a powerful wand, made for exotic spells.

Morgana supplely climbed a row of stairs, her prefect insigna shining upon her chest, while her dark hair fell down her back in a silky shimmer.
Finally, she reached the large wooden door of the metamorphoses room, where she would be following a lesson taught by Professor McGonagall. There she met the rest of her Ravenclaw school year; some Griffindors were there, but she hadn't seen them.
She went to talk with a friend of hers, Sirius, who always made funny jokes.

Estoban walked into the metamorphoses lesson, his scarf and robes signaling that he was a member of the gryfindor house. His wand made of oak, and inside a dragons heart string, although he had forgotten the specialities this wand was crafted for, other than himself. He was quite a handsome young lad, Hispanic in origin and that feature easily showed with his features and his skin tone, although he ignored any racism.

He walked into the class and sat at an empty desk, noticing the large amount of ravenclaw, as well as a few of his housemates.

Morgana walked into the room as well, and sat next to Sirius, while taking her blue and bronze scarf from around her neck. She noticed her desk was next to the one of Estoban, a handsome young Griffindor student whose dark skin and black hair were most ... striking. Morgana didn't have a boyfriend, even though she could.
Smiling at him, she turned to the teacher, taking her booklet and a quill out - as usual, she was using a hawk's quill.

Estoban looked over at her for a brief second to smile, he had a crush on her and it had been their since his first year when he first saw her. Sure, he had a few ex-girlfriends now, but he wanted her. In his eyes she was perfect. However, he needed good grades and paid attention

Professor McGonagall was teaching how to turn a scarf into a salamander. After having taken several notes and one sketch, Morgana put her pencil down and took her wand out of its leather sheath. The delicate carving of the handle fit into her hand perfectly, and she murmured the spell, the tip of her wand pointed on her scarf. Immediately, it changed, thickened, and finally turned into a blue salamander with bronze-brown eyes.

Estoban took several notes, eager to get the spell, but alas. Metamorphoses was one of the classes he failed to succeed at, and after many attempts with his wand, he could not make the change. Discouraged, he wrote some more notes

Morgana saw that Estoban hadn't succeeded. Her salamander wrapped herself on her arm, and she changed it back into a scarf.
Soon enough, the bell rang, and Morgana stood up, putting her books back into her bag, then made for the door. On the threshold, though, she looked back at Estoban.

Estoban was still gathering his materials, before walking towards the door and noticing her. He gave her a smile, before taking a left down an empty hall. He wanted to ask we, but alas, he didn't know when was right

Morgana went out of the room, smiling back at him, then followed Gina, a friend of hers, to her Rune lessons.
After that, she had Quidditch Training, and went out with her broomstick to meet her team mates, because later in the afternoon; they would have to play against the Griffindor team, and Morgana was one of those who had to focus on the Quaffle. Griffindor team was difficult to beat.

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Estoban had gone to the library after the metamorphism lessons, having his free period where he concentrates on any extra credit project he could get his hands on until later, when he had to go to the quidditch match, although he would probably bring a book and do nothing but read, hiding in the crowd. The hours droned on, and he had hanged his books to one he hadn't realized he had even picked up. How to get a girl in seven days. He was about to put it back when his mind wandered to morgana and wondered....

So he read the book, before heading to the match, wondering if she would be there as he didn't know she was on the ravenclaw team.

When Morgana got in the stadium along with the rest of her team, dressed  in the blue Quidditch outfit of Ravenclaw house, the crowd was very noisy. Being the captain of the team, she went to greet James, the captain of the Griffindor team; they shook hands, then mounted their broomsticks.
Finally, the whistle rang, and the Quaffle was sent, along with the others.
Immediately, Morgana headed for the red ball, but a Griffindor had already caught it.With a mighty kick, she hit it out of his arms and grabbed it, flying towards the Griffindor goals.

He had watched the match for a few moments when he noticed that morgana in fact was on the ravenclaw team! Spellbound to watch her as she maneuvered around, his eyes remained on her. There was something mysterious about morgana, and he liked it

Flying fast, Morgana evaded a Bludger that was coming her way by performing a complete roundabout around her broomstick. Two Griffindor chasers came to take the Quaffle from her and she dove quickly before getting back up in a vertical spiral. Up there she kicked the Quaffle with all her strength, and scored in onof the two lower goals.

He cheered, bleeding in with the res of her admirers, which were quite a few some wing she was abalinle to date, and very attractive.

OOC:

Zach wrote: she was abalinle to date

She was 'what to date?

* available. Sorry, my spell check is messed up

The match got balanced soon with Griffindor putting two goals in a row, but then the Ravenclaw seeker caught the Snitch, and Morgana's team won.

After having taken a shower, Morgana put her black dress back on, attached a leather belt around her waist and went to the Mess Hall. On her way, she accidentally bumped into the Hispanic boy, Estoban. "My God!" she exclaimed. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry."

Estoban had been reading in the hall, not paying attention as he walked to dinner when she bumped into him, sending him to the ground. "Yeah, I'm fine..." He paused once he saw who it was and blushed. "Uh....hi"

Morgana smiled and extended a hand to help him up.
"Sorry about that," she said. "You're Estoban, right? You were sitting next to me during the Metamorphoses lesson, weren't you?"

He nodded "yes" he replied, accepting the help and stood up again. "And your morgana, the ravenclaw quidditch player and uh, well, great at metamorphoses" he blushed slightly

Morgana blushed at his compliments, unvoluntarily. Yes, being prefect, she was good at many things: potions, Runes, spells... Though she wasn't good in divination or Muggle studies even though she was a half-blood.

"You're a Griffindor," she stated as she looked at his insigna. "Nice. I just played against them -- as you probably know," she added with a playful smirk. "Don't worry, you'll get your revenge."

He nodded "I don't follow quidditch much, I don't really have much interest in the sport, although I go to most games" he admitted and noticed she was a prefect. "I had a question for you too, if it's not a bother"

"Not at all," she replied, raising her eyebrows.
Under the dim early evening light, Estobano looked really handsome. He had neat, precise features and coffee-colored skin. His black curls only framed his face; he was outrageously good-looking.

"We'll I was wondering if maybe you would like to walk with me later around the grounds, maybe get to know each other" he suggested, trying not to betray that he liked her, although it was obvious.

She sighed. Morgana knew what 'a walk around the grounds' meant; a boy had asked her that a handful of months earlier, and it hadn't went out well.
She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry," she said as kindly as possible and went away to the Great Dining Hall. The boy was handsome, yes -- but she practically knew nothing about him.

ooc: After the Mess Hall, she's going for a walk in the woods, they can meet there again.