Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2018 11:38:07 GMT -7
Cassandra had decided to become an Animagus when she was a young student at Beauxbatons. In Transfiguration she learned that it was possible. She started to study the process, but knew that it wouldn’t be possible until she was out of school. She put those thoughts on hold until she graduated.
After graduation, Cassandra had left home to and moved out into the world. She had nowhere to live, but that didn’t stop her. During the day, she painted tourists, and at night she would sleep in shelters and hostels that she could find. But living in this way made it hard to become an Animagus. She failed many times until she decided to, once again, put it on hold. During this time, Cassandra also had applided for WADA, the Wizarding Academy of the Dramatic Arts, and had been accepted. Going to school made working on becoming and Animagus easier. Or so she thought. By the time of her graduation, all she needed was the electrical storm. She hadn’t missed one day or one step. Finally the night she was waiting for. An electrical storm blew over, and she took this time to drink the potion she had created and spoke. ”Amato Animo Animato Animagus”
Then it happened, as lightning struck. Cassandra opened her eyes, something was weird. She definitely was shorter, and her balance seemed weird. She tried to speak, ”Mraw”. It hit her, she was a cat. It only took a few minutes for her to gather her bearings, and she spent the next few hours prancing around celebrating.
After graduation, Cassandra had left home to and moved out into the world. She had nowhere to live, but that didn’t stop her. During the day, she painted tourists, and at night she would sleep in shelters and hostels that she could find. But living in this way made it hard to become an Animagus. She failed many times until she decided to, once again, put it on hold. During this time, Cassandra also had applided for WADA, the Wizarding Academy of the Dramatic Arts, and had been accepted. Going to school made working on becoming and Animagus easier. Or so she thought. By the time of her graduation, all she needed was the electrical storm. She hadn’t missed one day or one step. Finally the night she was waiting for. An electrical storm blew over, and she took this time to drink the potion she had created and spoke. ”Amato Animo Animato Animagus”
Then it happened, as lightning struck. Cassandra opened her eyes, something was weird. She definitely was shorter, and her balance seemed weird. She tried to speak, ”Mraw”. It hit her, she was a cat. It only took a few minutes for her to gather her bearings, and she spent the next few hours prancing around celebrating.
