Gertrude raced down from her dorm, trying her hardest not to swear. It was both unladylike and sinful, and she wasn't sure which was worse. Still, she was late, but she got into her Spellmaking class, overhearing the professor mentioning something about water magic. "Sorry I wasn't here on time, Professor. It won't happen again, I swear to the gods." She quickly bowed, then took her seat.

Saram started molding her clay, forming it into the shape of a crude dog. "I thought I'd do something simple- the transmutation is the key part of this, after all." She stopped to admire her handiwork, then took a deep breath. "Alright, here goes." The redhead concentrated deeply, a quiet hum of sorcery building up around her. There was a flash of light that slowly faded away to reveal the dog had indeed been transfigured into crystal-clear glass- and so had her right arm. "Great."