Author's Note: Thanks so much for all the reviews, guys! Keep it coming. And if you have any critiques, please let me know. I'd love to hear anything you have to say. =)

For everyone wondering what houses the kids are in, SwordOfTheJedi got it absolutely right in her review, except for Blaine.
Gryffindor: Kurt, Finn, Puck, Mercedes
Slytherin: Rachel, Santana, Karofsky, Azimio
Ravenclaw: Quinn, Artie, Tina
Hufflepuff: Brittany, Mike, Sam, Blaine

Also, if anyone cares: Quinn, Kurt, and Brittany are all Seekers. Puck, Santana, Karofsky, and Mike are Beaters. Azimio's a Keeper. And Sam and Finn are Chasers.

Brittany had always excelled at Transfigurations. There was something about Professor McGonagall's ability to morph into a cat that fascinated her and actually made her want to pay attention to her during class. She also had a feeling that Lord Tubbington thought McGonagall was very attractive in her cat form (not that that wasn't weird or anything), so he was always willing to cooperate instead of acting out like other students' familiars.

McGonagall herself favored Brittany over some of the other students, despite her not even being in Gryffindor and her reputation of being a bit… eccentric. But McGonagall knew that she had potential. Especially over the last few years, Brittany had demonstrated exceptional ability in Transfigurations and had even earned an Outstanding on her O.W.L. McGonagall was sure that Brittany would also earn a high mark on her N.E.W.T. Which was why when Brittany came to her asking if she'd mentor her in becoming an Animagus, she had agreed. But first, McGonagall advised that Brittany master human Transfiguration before moving on to more dangerous magic.

So now Brittany was sitting on the ground in the center of the Quidditch practice pitch hunched over her Guide to Advanced Transfiguration textbook. A rare sight to behold. She never was one for reading and studying, preferring to just go ahead and jump into the action.

"So, remind me why I'm here again?" Tina sat across from Brittany, leaning back on her arms looking bored.

"Professor McGonagall told me I have to learn to walk before I run," Brittany said. "Although I don't really know what that means. Obviously, I can already walk and run."

"Okay, so what does that have to do with me?"

"I need a practice target," Brittany deadpanned.

"W-what?" Tina started to slowly stand up. "Um yeah, I'm just gonna go now before you try to kill me or something.

"Wait, no! Don't go. I need you!" Brittany begged. "Please. I promise you won't get hurt!"

"Why don't you get Santana to help you?"

"She's busy right now. And besides, if something did go wrong, I wouldn't have a girlfriend anymore. That would suck."

"Brittany! You just admitted something could go wrong!" Tina turned around to walk away. "I'm going now. Sorry."

"Wait, wait!" Brittany jumped up and forced Tina back. "I didn't mean it that way. Honestly, nothing bad will happen. I am like, awesome at Transfigurations. Watch." She picked up her wand on the ground and pointed it towards Lord Tubbington, who was lazing around in the grass. "Piscifors!" Lord Tubbington suddenly turned into a large, gray fish, and started thrashing around in the ground.

"Oh my god, Brittany! He can't breathe!" Brittany quickly flicked her wand again, turning Lord Tubbington back into his original body.

"Oh, oops. I didn't think that one through." Brittany pursed her lips and tapped her chin with her wand.

"Brittany. You just almost killed your cat." Tina said incredulously.

"He's fine," Brittany drawled. She waved her hand nonchalantly and walked over to Lord Tubbington who was lying on his side breathing heavily. Once his breathing evened out, he continued to lounge on Brittany's bag as if nothing had happened. Brittany ran her hand over his back. "See, nothing wrong. You're such a good boy, Lord Tubbington!"

Brittany sat back down and opened her book again.

"This is ridiculous," Tina muttered under her breath as she slumped back on the ground.

About five minutes later, Brittany shut the book in frustration.

"Ugh, this is so boring," she huffed. "There's nothing interesting in here." She pondered for a moment before picking up her wand again. "Maybe, I'll just try turning you into a duck first. I like ducks."

Tina groaned, "Seriously, Britt?" she stood up and shut her eyes. "Okay, if I end up losing an arm, I'll—well, I don't really know what I'll do, but it won't be pretty."

"Relax, Tina. What could possibly go wrong?" Brittany pointed her wand at Tina and flicked her wand. "Ducklifors!" Tina jolted in place at the shock of being hit by the spell. She kept her eyes shut for a moment before opening them and letting out the breath she had been holding, relieved that nothing had actually happened.

"Um… Tina…" Brittany was biting on her nails while looking guiltily down at Tina's feet. Tina hesitantly looked down at her feet, only to find they had been replaced with orange, webbed feet.

"BRITTANY!" Tina squealed. Brittany hastily waved her wand, and Tina fell on her butt as her feet turned back to normal.

"Sorry! I don't know what went wrong! Let me try again!" When Tina tried to speak out, only the sound of a duck's quack came out. She clamped her hands over her mouth.

"No, that's not it either." Tina's eyes crossed as she watched an orange beak start to grow in place of her mouth.

"Oopsie daisie." She started to quack hysterically when white feathers started growing on her arms.

"What am I doing wrong!" Tina's feet grew back into duck's feet, but her beak disappeared.

"Brittany, just stop!" Tina held her hands—well, wings—out, once she gained back the ability to speak normally. "Just turn me back." Brittany did as she was told, but then pointed her wand at Tina again.

"Let me just try again. I swear I'll get it this time."

"No, Britt! Just don't even sweat it."

"I don't sweat, I glisten." Tina turned around in frustration and started to walk away. "Hey, where are you going?"

"Sorry, Britt. I just remembered I have something to do. Maybe you can ask someone else to help you."

Brittany sat back down on the ground and pouted. She looked over at Lord Tubbington and watched him as he munched on some of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans that he had dug out from Brittany's bag. "Watcha thinking about, Tubbs?" Lord Tubbington just stared back at her before returning to his jelly beans. Brittany sighed and lay down on her back, disappointed at her cat's lack of response. If she were an Animagus, she'd be able to turn into an animal whenever she wanted to and converse with Lord Tubbington.

/ /

"Uh, sorry. You want to do what exactly?"

"Turn you into a chair," Brittany shrugged. "It should be easy. You're already in a wheelchair. It's like, there's already a connection between you and the chair."

"I don't think that's how it works, Britt." Artie said, furrowing his eyebrows. "And I think I should be a little offended at what you just said, but I'll let it slide because it's you."

"Shh!" they looked over to find Madam Pince glaring at them.

Brittany leaned in closer to Artie and whispered, "Please, Artie."

"I don't know… Tina told me what happened out on the practice pitch…"

"That little tattletale!" she hissed to the side. She looked back up at Artie. "That was just a couple careless errors. I promise that won't happen again."

Artie stared at her doubtfully, "Okay, fine. But I'm leaving if it gets too weird."

"Yes!" Brittany exclaimed.

"Quiet in the library!" Madam Pince chastised from a distance. When she turned her attention back to whatever she was doing, Brittany stuck her tongue out at her.

/ /

Back on the Quidditch practice pitch, Artie sat shaking in his wheelchair and staring nervously at Brittany's wand.

"Okay… wands at the ready," she raised her wand and gracefully waved it in the air. Artie shut his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Brittany had her hands on her hips, tapping her foot and shaking her head in disapproval. "I really don't know what I'm doing wrong…"

Artie looked down and shrieked when he saw his legs were gone. He seemed to be completely melded with his chair, and only the upper portion of his body remained.

"Brittany, what did you do!" he cried.

"Will you relax?" she rolled her eyes and turned him back to normal. "Untransfiguring is easy. It's the actual transfiguring I can't seem to get right." She tapped her chin with her index finger. Artie sent her a sympathetic look as her face fell in disappointment.

"You're almost there, Britt. You just need to practice a little more."

"I don't need practice. I'm the best in our year at Transfiguration."

"Um, yeah. Well, you're trying to do some really advanced magic, Brittany. And you want to become an Animagus? That kind of stuff takes years to master, and you're still only a student." Brittany pouted. "Listen, I know you could do it. I'm just saying, don't be down if you don't get it right away. You just have to keep practicing."

She sighed and twirled her wand in her hands, "I guess… thanks, Artie."

"Come on, dinner's about to start soon. I'm so hungry I feel like I could eat an entire cow."

"I don't think your stomach could fit something that big."

/ /

After dinner, Brittany returned to the practice pitch alone. She lay out in the center on her back with her hands resting across her stomach. A few minutes had passed when she heard footsteps approaching. She ignored it and continued to stare up at the constellations in the sky.

"Hey, Britt-Britt," Santana sat down beside her and crossed her legs.

Brittany smiled up at her, "Hi."

"So, I heard what you've been up to all day…"

Brittany exhaled loudly and sat up, "Ugh, don't even get me started on that."

"Why are you so upset? You Transfigure better than anyone else I know."

"Well, duh. But it's just… I've been studying human Transfiguration for months now, and I still can't do a complete Transfiguration. You heard what I did to Tina and Artie today."

Santana chuckled softly, but not unkindly, "Oh please, I bet you still did better than I could ever do. How about this—" she gestured towards herself, "—try something on me right now."

"No, I'll just screw up again."

"I bet you won't," Brittany looked up at her with hooded eyes. "I trust you."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Brittany reluctantly pulled out her wand from her sleeve and sighed. Santana sat up straighter and closed her eyes smiling. Brittany shut her eyes as well and took a deep breath. She hesitated and they sat in silence for a few moments before she finally lifted her wand in Santana's direction and waved it in an S-formation. When she opened her eyes, Santana wasn't in her line of sight. Brittany panicked for a brief moment until she felt something climbing on to her legs. Her face brightened as she took in the sight of a small, black puppy pawing at her.

"Oh my god! Santana! Oh my god!" She swiftly stood up, lifting Santana with her and twirling her around in the air. "Nailed it!" She cuddled Santana against her chest and cooed, "Aren't you the cutest little dog ever!"

Santana grabbed at Brittany's face with her paw and licked her chin. She giggled and kissed Santana's muzzle. Santana barked, but all that came out was a high-pitched yap.

Brittany threw her head back in laughter, "Nice try, Santana, but you're just a tiny dog." Santana barked again. "What's that saying? All bite but no bark? Or is it the other way around? Whatever. My point is: you have neither!" she laughed some more, but stopped when Santana (tried) to growl.

"Oh, okay, fine!" she put Santana down and gripped her wand. "Sheesh, stop being so crabby."

With a flick of her wrist the puppy transformed back into Santana. Her hair was a bit disheveled and she was breathing heavily.

She held a hand to her chest, "Holy. Sweet. Hell. That is something I never want to experience again."

"That was so awesome!" Brittany squealed in delight.

"For you maybe." Brittany launched herself at Santana and hugged her tightly.

"You make the cutest puppy ever!"

"Well, obviously," Santana flipped her hair over her shoulders. "But Britt, if you ever do that again—which I seriously hope you don't—I want to be something less cute and more badass. Like a cougar."

"Sure, Santana," Brittany said uninterested, taking Santana's hand and leading her back towards the castle.

"Or like, a cobra."

"Okay."

"No! A dragon! Yeah, a fire-breathing DRAGON!"

"Mhmm…"