Actually, No PV Elena Jones Closed

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[font=Abadi MT Condensed Light]Some other students may not like the physics ever present in the transfiguration classes, but in Elena's opinion that's just because nobody could see how god damn important it was. Why would you try and manipulate the fabric of the universe if you couldn't see the weave?

Corbin didn't get the answer quite right, and Elena never passed up on opportunity to answer something correctly. In fact the first time he'd beaten her there, so this was just going to be fun.

"An interference pattern is created by two waves meeting along the same medium. It's related to the principle of superposition, which states that when two or more waves of the same type meet, the resultant displacement is equal to the sum of displacements due to each individual wave. What Corbin described was the effect of two waves interfering to form what I assume is specifically destructive interference. Although I don't know if the wave is cancelled out entirely because they may not be the same wave inverted." Elena leaned back in her chair again, this was one of the first times she'd ever spoken up in this class, about anything really. This was a very special case, the only other time was in the herbology class because wand woods came up as a concept.

But maybe transfiguration could take her away from dreams of wandmaking, if the science kept on.

Then, as all good things must come to an end, Corbin started muttering with a sneer, "Mudblood, this isn't really magic anyway, of course stupid muggle things is what you'd be good at, think you're so much better than me..."[/font]

Another voice cut in, in perhaps more technical terms than she would've taught the rest of the class with, but definitely with enough information stuffed in her words that she felt a thread of pride poking around somewhere in her brain. Cy nodded in affirmation. "In less fancy scientific jargon, destructive interference, when troughs match with crests and vice versa, cancels out the signal completely. Like the additive inverse identity - use that if you want to sound smart - negative one plus positive one will equal zero, because they cancel out. The pattern happens when you have some parts destructive and some parts constructive interference, which is when troughs match with troughs and crests with crests. That makes-"

Her voice cut off abruptly as she heard the boy's voice mutter something in annoyance. Cy's head tilted slowly toward his words, not quite believing what she heard. Who knew there were so many idiot supremacists in this wretched castle? Well, maybe she knew, but it was still pretty surprising. "I'm sorry, Corbin, did you have something to say?"

A short pause, as if he was lifting his chin or something, and the Hufflepuff's voice raised confidently: "I said, this is just dumb muggle stuff, and that only a dumb muggle would bother to be good at it." Wow, this boy had no self-preservation.

But she only nodded, seeming to consider his words. Calm, completely calm. She could sense the nervous energy pouring off of the rest of the students. Every time this happened, she had a different way of dealing with it. Was he going to go there, though? "All right, then. Corbin, what subject do you think is important and why? Humor me."

Corbin snorted, "Charms, obviously, that's where real magic is."

Oh, so he was going there. The woman nodded again, decisively, the air around her still peacefully dignified. "Okay, can you tell me some of your favorite spells, then?"

"Well, reparo, alohomora, lumos. Useful spells." Corbin tried a slight against transfiguration, his voice betraying a bit of his uncertainty at being unable to get a rise out of her. Which, she was sure, he would've used as a point against her. Well, too bad, because the only thing his answer drew out was a small smile of approval.

"Mmhm, right, those are very important spells. Let's go with lumos for a second. It makes light come out from the tip of your wand, right? And assuming you're not a complete moron, what particle makes up light, again?"

The boy opened his mouth, then closed it, before spitting out, "Photons."

"Amazing! A correct answer! Well, Corbin, photons are particles, and the magic of Transfiguration is just the manipulation of particles, including their conjuration, so I guess Lumos is really just another transfiguration spell after all. Moving on, do you remember who made Gamp's Laws?"

"...Oliviana Gamp."

"Right again; you're destroying my expectations here, remembering something all the way from a week ago! And what blood was she?"

"I don't know," Corbin said through gritted teeth.

"Probably purer than yours, honestly," Cy chirped airily. "Now why would a famous Pureblood like her, who won a bunch of awards and is venerated across communities Pureblood, supermacist or not, and Muggleborn bloodlines alike pursue such a useless... ah, right!" She snapped her fingers. "'Caus it's not useless. It's used every day by our House Elves to put food on that table, was used by the founders of this school to build this castle from the foundations, and also used to keep you alive. Now, you'd better get that proud ass out of that little throne you've put it on and hightail it to the headmaster's office before I have to waste any more time in this class lecturing you and you alone on common sense."

Corbin looked like a deer in headlights before running out of the room at something approaching the speed of sound

Cy shook her head, turning back to the class. "Sorry about that, folks! There are idiots in the world, and then there are idiots in the world. We'll get back to it now; class is almost over anyway."

The rest of the class went by without so much as a hitch, her firing questions off quickly in the few minute she had left before the class should end. Her thoughts drifted to Elena, worried after the student's well-being, but ultimately she concluded that if she needed support, she would come asking for it. As soon as she dismissed the class, the sound of parchment being rolled up and footsteps darting out through the doors filled her ears, echoing up into the ceiling and around the space. She seated herself at her desk.

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[font=Abadi MT Condensed Light]Elena's excitement at any kind of positive affirmation deflated when Corbin had a... let us call it a negative reaction. Then the professor spoke up, and sassed him to near death in a way Elena herself hadn't seen in so long that she was amazed at the quality of takedown.

After class, Elena had finished putting her pens and parchment, or what she called parchment but was actually parchment paper in a spiral notebook because back when she actually tried scrolls of parchment they unrolled themselves in her satchel and got ink everywhere, luckily she got help in time and the satchel didn't get a brand new indigo ombre effect. The girl got up and instead of escaping up out and rolling straight to the great hall for some food as per usual, she instead carefully made her way down, being sure to jingle the loose knick-knacks in her bag a little so it was clear she was coming.

"Hi professor, I just wanted to say thank you, and that that was really cool of you. I'm sorry he was so rude to you." Elena fiddled with the edges of her bag, "I think transfiguration is really cool, and I like how you teach the science behind it. What's the point of doing something you don't really know how you're doing it."[/font]