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I'm continuing to work on trying to master the animagus transformation. I managed to pinch one of the git's books, and I've charmed it to hide it in my magical wristband. Unfortunately, it doesn't have much, not even a whole section on the transformation, just a few cryptic remarks. He doesn't have anything else in his library on the subject, at least that I can find. But I keep poring over the book, over and over again. And I've been doing something kind of hard to explain. It's meditating on what animal I could be. Like, what's my character like, and what kind of animal could that be?
It's tough. I'm not sure what I'm really like, exactly, down deep inside. After so many years of pretending, it's hard to figure out the real me.
And I've been continuing to try the one beginning exercise I know that's supposed to help, concentrating to try to figure out how to grow my own hair. Or my fingernails.
Last night, I was thinking hard about the fringe over my forehead. And I was tired, and I was starting to feel sort of hacked off about the whole thing, because, like, I'd been trying this for so long and nothing; when's this going to work?
And all of a sudden I felt this sort of warmth, and then a tingling on my face, over my eye, and there was something tickling the eye itself. Surprised me so much I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep from letting out a yell. I went over to the little mirror he has stuck to the wall where he shaves in the morning.
And I discovered I had what looked like a sort of veil over my right eye. I looked closer and realised that my eyebrow had suddenly sprouted hair, so long it was hanging down toward my chin. Not my own colour, but sort of a dirty grey. And not all the hair, either, but just a few, in silly-looking patches. I had to trim them off with a pair of scissors. If you look close, it now looks like I have some grey hairs on that eyebrow. I don't think the git will notice.
Not what I was trying to do. But it's the first hopeful sign that I might actually have a chance at figuring this out.
It's tough. I'm not sure what I'm really like, exactly, down deep inside. After so many years of pretending, it's hard to figure out the real me.
And I've been continuing to try the one beginning exercise I know that's supposed to help, concentrating to try to figure out how to grow my own hair. Or my fingernails.
Last night, I was thinking hard about the fringe over my forehead. And I was tired, and I was starting to feel sort of hacked off about the whole thing, because, like, I'd been trying this for so long and nothing; when's this going to work?
And all of a sudden I felt this sort of warmth, and then a tingling on my face, over my eye, and there was something tickling the eye itself. Surprised me so much I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep from letting out a yell. I went over to the little mirror he has stuck to the wall where he shaves in the morning.
And I discovered I had what looked like a sort of veil over my right eye. I looked closer and realised that my eyebrow had suddenly sprouted hair, so long it was hanging down toward my chin. Not my own colour, but sort of a dirty grey. And not all the hair, either, but just a few, in silly-looking patches. I had to trim them off with a pair of scissors. If you look close, it now looks like I have some grey hairs on that eyebrow. I don't think the git will notice.
Not what I was trying to do. But it's the first hopeful sign that I might actually have a chance at figuring this out.