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Name: Apiara "Api" Merlin

Gender: Fem 

Age: 12

Year: Second

House: Slytherin 

Personality: Apiara "Api" Merlin is a short-tempered second-year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Api is a pureblood as all her family for generations have been born wizards. She is very irritable and gets angry easily. Api is a perfectionist and gets annoyed by small details. She is often called a micro-manager, but doesn't mind, because she knows she is. Api doesn't show many emotions besides anger or irritability. It really doesn't take much to get under her skin.

Api can seem cold, but sometimes she doesn't mean to be. She can be kind and/or generous but doesn't show it much. If she gets too frazzled, sometimes Api will start ranting, often to inanimate objects. People who know her are smart enough not to get in her way. She can be passive aggressive and knows enough about people to say hurtful, stinging things. Api is very good at defensive spells and herbology. Because of this, Api excells at Potions. Can speak Old Norse. 

Api Merlin somehow knows almost every person, and in fact keeps mental "files" on them. Because of this, other people make fun of her as a psychopath, or a maniac. Api can, in fact, be manipulative. She has no friends and is seen by others as mad or a lunatic. Apiara is a bit lonely at times, but she is fine with it.

Danie was worried.

They were having Astronomy tonight at ten o' clock.

If people noticed she wasn't there, there would be trouble.

"We'll be doing mice into wine glasses today," announced the immortal Professor McGonagall. "Rose Bud, kindly hand out the mice."

Danie watched as her Hufflepuff friend walked up to Professor McGonagall. As she did so, a terrible wave of dizzyness swept her and a strange cramp started in her leg.

It's happening...

Danie, under the pretext of checking her laces, looked at her leg. There seemed to be no difference, unless it was her imagination that it was getting slightly larger....

"Danie," hissed Wren from next to her. Danie jumped back up, blushing. "Professor McGonagall's looking at you. You'd better start."

Her face on fire, Danie started muttering the incantation.

"Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute."

Danie started. A disembodied voice! Or maybe it was one of her friends. Or McGonagall. She glaced around, but no one seemed to have spoken. Maybe it was just her imagination?

"I'm not imaginary. Come on."

"Who's saying that?!" Danie demanded.

"What?" Wren asked, looking worried. "Danie, are you feeling okay?"

"Um, yeah. Fine," Danie replied quickly.

"DOWN HERE!" said the voice. "On. Your. Desk."

Danie looked. The mouse looked up at her.

"Finally," it sighed. "Don't tell me you can't recognize your twin!"

"I don't have a twin," said Danie, narrowing her eyes.

"You used to," said the mouse, making a very creepy puppy-dog face. "We used to play together all the time. We had lots of fun except for when you turned me into a purple unicorn."

"No- wait- you couldn't be," said Danie, gasping.

"Or I could," replied the mouse slyly.

"Squeak?!" 

"First guess!" said Squeak happily. "You didn't forget me after all! Now to wreak some havoc!"
"Um, why?" asked Danie, catching Squeak by the tail as he made for Wren's desk.

"It's all part of the mission," he replied airily. "And don't ask questions."

"Don't you quote at me, you-!" Danie exclaimed, and in her moment of weakness Squeak darted off her desk and onto Wren's, where he quickly smashed her perfect wine glass and ran on to Joan of Ark.

"Get- back- here!" cried Danie, as Squeak continued to pitch wine glasses, mice, and a combination off of desks. Finally, she caught him, and holding him very tightly, reported back to her seat.

"Professor?" Danie asked, after shoving Squeak into her desk ("I'll suffocate!" he protested). "What's the spell for mouse into unicorn?"
"Why do you ask?" asked McGonagall suspiciously.

"Oh, just curious," replied Danie, squishing Squeak as he made a desperate bid for freedom.

"That's N.E.W.T level and something you should not be bothering with at this moment," McGonagall said. 

"Please, Professor. Just how to do it."

"Well, fine, if it will stop your pestering," McGonagall replied, and she quickly explained what to do.

Putting Squeak onto the ground and holding onto him with one hand, Danie repeated McGonagall's instructions. Squeak instantly turned into a purple unicorn.

"Too bad I don't have my unicorn blaster," said Danie, "But you'll have to do."

McGonagall gawked. "My-my-my.... Danielle! That is extraordinary! Mouse into unicorn is a very difficult spell, very very difficult indeed! How did you...?"

"A lucky coincidence, Professor," Danie replied simply. "I assure you, I am not an exemplary student."

McGonagall seemed to have been rendered speechless. "Yes- well- Rose Bud, kindly give Danielle another mouse. Yes. Um- ten minutes until the bell, class."

"And hopefully this will stop you from destroying everything," Danie muttered.

Squeak neighed.

"Today," squeaked the elderly Professor Genedien, Charms teacher, "We'll be doing a review on the Hover Charm, just to make sure you all understand it."
St.Owl groaned, along with quite a few others. More Hover Charms! She had had quite enough practice with those by that time. Swishing and flicking rather casually, St.Owl let her mind wander to more important things than Levitating apples.

That morning, Dev had come back with a new letter tied to his leg. After gulping down a pancake, he had left, leaving St.Owl to tear open her letter without him.

Dear St.Owl,

Are you sure you're good at Transfiguration? After all, if you're only studying theory right now, the practical work must be much harder. Can your pea-sized brain handle the theory? Is Hogwarts giving you too much schoolwork?

We really are worried, you know. If you're having any trouble with classes, send word straightaway. We'll bribe the teachers like nothing you've ever seen before! After all, you can exchange dollars into Galleons, right? Shouldn't be too much trouble.

Dragonrider misses you. He says that he hopes you don't mind that he hacked into all your online accounts and insulted every friend you have. He also says he hopes you don't mind he popped your beanbag, deleted all of your writing files, and threw your computer out of the window. He thought it was harmless. We do too.

Also, will you buy yourself another //////////////////////////////////////////////////

-Mom, Dad, and Dragonrider.

The last part of the message was unreadable, as if someone had smeared the ink. It also seemed to be in slightly different handwriting. Maybe, St.Owl pondered, her father or brother had written that, and then Dev accidentally smeared up the message. That part was wierd.

"All right, class, you are dismissed!" wheezed Professor Genedien.

St.Owl checked her schedule. "All right, free period!" she cheered. St.Owl, Indigo, and Dragonrider made their way down to the library from Charms class. St.Owl wasn't sure if she wanted to do her homework yet, but she'd seen some fiction books that looked interesting.

The three, chatting quietly, walked past the Transfiguration door. Inside, people were muttering incantations. Peeping in, St.Owl watched a girl transplant crow's wings onto a cup.

"Very good, Jasmine!" said Professor McGonagall, holding up Jasmine's cup. "Do you see how the wings even adjusted themselves to fit the cup? Unlike yours, Avery..."

Avery, a seventh year Slytherin, blushed. His cup had wings that were much to big for them, and also- St.Owl stifled a gasp- a wingless owl in a cage.

Suddenly, there was a shout of "Commatationem!" and something very heavy attached itself to St.Owl's back.

"Huh? What?" said St.Owl, trying in vain to see her back, where the heavy thing still weighed her down. "Guys, can you tell me what's on my back?"
"...Wings," said Dragonrider, sounding as if she didn't believe the words that had come out of her mouth.

"Huh?" asked St.Owl, sure she hadn't heard correctly.

"There are... wings... attatched to your back," Indigo said. 

St.Owl frowned. "Oh, yeah, right. Very funny."
Suddenly, McGonagall's angry voice filled the Transfiguration classroom. "It's Commutationem, not Commatationem! Look at this! You have a wingless owl and a wingless cup! Something outside just learned how to fly!"

St.Owl gasped.

"Told you," Dragonrider said, fairly.

"So... I have wings attatched to me?" St.Owl asked faintly.

"That's right," Indigo nodded.

At that moment, McGonagall said, "And now I'll have to look outside and put them right!"

St.Owl froze. The professor stuck her head out of the doorframe.

"St.Owl?! Oh no," McGonagall sighed.

"What's the matter, professor?" St.Owl asked nervously.

"The spell is to be used on nonliving things only. I won't be able to take your wings off."

"I don't really mind," St.Owl said honestly. "I've always wanted to fly."
"So be it," the teacher said, and she closed the door behind her.