Accept it. Like you made him accept pie. Severus takes the shoe but has a moment of 'ugh shoes on table', apparently, because he scoots a pie plate away and sets said shoe onto a napkin. He has to get his wand out for this, which he does, and with one elbow resting on the table, Severus begins tracing complicated patterns in the air. After a moment of that he says something that might be Latin but also might be older than that (it's always a gamble, with Wizarding UK magic).
Charles's shoe shudders like it's got a cold. Then it scrunches inward. It turns white. A grey stripe of hair sprouts all along top of it; laces zip into its mass and vanish at the same time as something long and thin shoots up from one side. The whole thing shudders again and in a blink--
As the initial transformations begin, there's something slightly too profoundly weird about the whole thing, Charles leaning right back in his chair, absently (and carefully) crushing the end of unfinished cigarette on the edge of the table with only a glance to break.
But all at once, it's a moving creature, one that doesn't seem particularly frightened to have gone from a shoe to a lemur. Sprouted tail is poised and articulate, and Charles' brow only crinkles in disbelief when it sends a sharp look his way. Elbows on the table, his chin sinks into his palms, a crooked smile returning.
Experimentally, he pushes one of the plates over to it. The lemur reaches to pick up some pie crust to investigate.
The lemur is perfectly content to be a lemur, having no memory of being a shoe and having no brain function high enough to question its sudden and inexplicable existence. Its huge eyes take in the surroundings, Charles and Severus, but most of all: pie. It decides it needs to sit half on the pie, actually, while it nibbles. Okay.
Severus leans back and successfully does not laugh. He's tempted.
"I don't completely know how lemurs act," he drawls. "I think it's probably going to end up an sedately idealized cat-monkey."
Charles isn't laughing either, but only because it would come out as giggling, and he's managed to press this down to just a grin, heedless of bruises and other complaints. Otherwise completely enraptured by this impossible thing, although not enough to miss that.
"Well it can't be a shoe anymore. That'd just be wrong. Can I touch it?"
Sedately idealised monkey-cat seems like it could be up for pettings, so Charles does exactly that, sort of gently patpatting before delivering a stroke down its spine as if he would with Alex's cat. (Charles is more of a dog person, but he can adapt.)
"Though I suppose the spellwork will-- degrade? After a time."
Severus is not going to pet the lemur, but not because he worries for his fingers - it's perfectly nice, if a bit curious about Charles now - it's just that he's not a cat person or a dog person. He's an 'Oh my god it's shedding, get it the fuck away from me' person.
"Yes, it will. Transfiguration isn't always meant to be permanent, and the more disparate one thing is from the other, the more it will 'want' to turn back. Creating mimicry of life like this is incredibly complicated. After a few hours it'll start wanting to be a shoe very much. Probably sit on your feet, maybe look a little leathery. Then it'll just be a shoe again."
Charles is content, chin in palm, other hand giving the lemur something to focus on. No biting appears to be happening, just grabbing, and staring at him a bit stupidly, and then yawning, displaying pink mouth.
Heehee.
"Essentially I'm petting an animated shoe, then. But its a very adorable shoe. Yes you are. Does Hogwarts have an ethics class?" he asks, presently. It doesn't sound very critical. Lemurs > ethics.
"Not on its own. But we teach students the ethics of using magic and living life in the magical community as they're taught spells and history." ... It takes better with some people than others. Says the Death Eater.
"It's a small community. The whole--" absent gesture, which briefly distracts the lemur, "Moral character thing is supposed to be fostered by peers and mentors."
This, after a few seconds spent probably giving that too much thought, considering that they are relaxing over pies and lemurs. Charles is still occupied with the latter, really, idly playing, picking up some pie crust to feed it himself, smiling compulsively when little lemury fingers grip his larger hand to steady it.
A brief glance over the top of the lemur. Reconsidering what he was going to ask before he asks it. "It'll be different, between our worlds." His school. "There's no lexicon of spells or history to refer to, but all the same, how much emphasis is ever put on learning control?
"The entire way we teach magic is structured around control," Severus tells him, sat back in his seat. He considers a cigarette. "Using wands and incantations. We can all use magic without it, instinctively, but that raw power is unpredictable and destructive. Training people to use magic only deliberately through deliberate methods is important."
And.. Severus doesn't totally agree with it, which is why he rarely does those things. Sometimes it's very difficult and sometimes he needs to cave to silly wand motions and verbal spells, but he remains affronted about having to. It's one of the reasons he was drawn to potions so much. "Ethics and all that--" he shrugs, picking up the coffin nail box. "We've just been through a war. Societal values was one of the sticking points. I don't know if I have an answer about it."
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Accept it. Like you made him accept pie. Severus takes the shoe but has a moment of 'ugh shoes on table', apparently, because he scoots a pie plate away and sets said shoe onto a napkin. He has to get his wand out for this, which he does, and with one elbow resting on the table, Severus begins tracing complicated patterns in the air. After a moment of that he says something that might be Latin but also might be older than that (it's always a gamble, with Wizarding UK magic).
Charles's shoe shudders like it's got a cold. Then it scrunches inward. It turns white. A grey stripe of hair sprouts all along top of it; laces zip into its mass and vanish at the same time as something long and thin shoots up from one side. The whole thing shudders again and in a blink--
There's a lemur on the table.
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As the initial transformations begin, there's something slightly too profoundly weird about the whole thing, Charles leaning right back in his chair, absently (and carefully) crushing the end of unfinished cigarette on the edge of the table with only a glance to break.
But all at once, it's a moving creature, one that doesn't seem particularly frightened to have gone from a shoe to a lemur. Sprouted tail is poised and articulate, and Charles' brow only crinkles in disbelief when it sends a sharp look his way. Elbows on the table, his chin sinks into his palms, a crooked smile returning.
Experimentally, he pushes one of the plates over to it. The lemur reaches to pick up some pie crust to investigate.
"Lookatitslittlehands Severus."
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Severus leans back and successfully does not laugh. He's tempted.
"I don't completely know how lemurs act," he drawls. "I think it's probably going to end up an sedately idealized cat-monkey."
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"Well it can't be a shoe anymore. That'd just be wrong. Can I touch it?"
Sedately idealised monkey-cat seems like it could be up for pettings, so Charles does exactly that, sort of gently patpatting before delivering a stroke down its spine as if he would with Alex's cat. (Charles is more of a dog person, but he can adapt.)
"Though I suppose the spellwork will-- degrade? After a time."
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"Yes, it will. Transfiguration isn't always meant to be permanent, and the more disparate one thing is from the other, the more it will 'want' to turn back. Creating mimicry of life like this is incredibly complicated. After a few hours it'll start wanting to be a shoe very much. Probably sit on your feet, maybe look a little leathery. Then it'll just be a shoe again."
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Heehee.
"Essentially I'm petting an animated shoe, then. But its a very adorable shoe. Yes you are. Does Hogwarts have an ethics class?" he asks, presently. It doesn't sound very critical. Lemurs > ethics.
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"It's a small community. The whole--" absent gesture, which briefly distracts the lemur, "Moral character thing is supposed to be fostered by peers and mentors."
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This, after a few seconds spent probably giving that too much thought, considering that they are relaxing over pies and lemurs. Charles is still occupied with the latter, really, idly playing, picking up some pie crust to feed it himself, smiling compulsively when little lemury fingers grip his larger hand to steady it.
A brief glance over the top of the lemur. Reconsidering what he was going to ask before he asks it. "It'll be different, between our worlds." His school. "There's no lexicon of spells or history to refer to, but all the same, how much emphasis is ever put on learning control?
"Or developing power?"
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And.. Severus doesn't totally agree with it, which is why he rarely does those things. Sometimes it's very difficult and sometimes he needs to cave to silly wand motions and verbal spells, but he remains affronted about having to. It's one of the reasons he was drawn to potions so much. "Ethics and all that--" he shrugs, picking up the coffin nail box. "We've just been through a war. Societal values was one of the sticking points. I don't know if I have an answer about it."