PV Elizabeth Witherspoon but now it is a changeling, always shifting shape

_{banner by Lily McCoire}

After the first half-day of school, Evgenia Starkova was still quite out of her comfort zone. The three classes she'd had so far were baffling. The moving staircases were even more baffling. What even was the point of having your school's staircases move?! In Evgenia's opinion, this just made it harder for one to traverse the already-unfamiliar school. This school is mental.
After a long travel all the way up to the fifth floor, she finally slipped into the Transfiguration classroom. There weren't many students in the room yet, but that would certainly change within the next couple of minutes. Evgenia chose a seat near the back at random, pulling her school supplies out after sitting down. Her long blonde braid flopped down her back, swaying with each of her movements, and her green eyes flicked around the room. What could this class possibly be? 'Transfiguration' sounded a lot like 'transformation'. Would they be building things? Writing things? Destroying things? Whatever it was, it was sure to use magic. Evgenia would be quite sure that magic wasn't even real, since she seemed to absolutely suck at getting the odd incantations to do what they were supposedly meant to do, if not for the fact that most of her classmates were accomplishing the tasks with ease. There was no other explanation for it. I must be going mad and not know it. Right? That was possible. She tapped a pencil on the desk, subtly rolling her eyes in sheer annoyance at her own thoughts.

_{@Elizabeth Witherspoon}