Coming into the common room, Lyanna sat down on one of the chairs. She had been practicing her transfiguration elsewhere in the castle, because it was occasionally cumbersome to be practicing spells in the common room. Especially ones that involved turning things into animals. But the lateness of the day had required her to come back to the common room, so she figured she could perhaps spend part of the rest of the evening doing theory work.
Or she could give herself a break, and do something else entirely. That decision was still somewhat up in the air.
Finley felt a bit alone for once. Usually he could meander about the castle and attend to his own things in the quiet comfort of his loneliness, but today, he craved socialization, and he he honed in on Lyanna as if she were some exciting new potion worth exploring.
"Hello, Lyanna," he said calmly as he rounded over to where she sat. "How are you today?" They weren't exactly friends, but their families knew each other and were on friendly terms, which meant she wouldn't have to hide their visiting.
Having not yet decided whether she actually wanted to continue on with her homework, Lyanna welcomed the distraction that Finley brought as he came over. Talking seemed like a better idea, she had done a fair bit of transfiguration earlier, after all. "Good evening," she greeted with a smile. "I'm well enough, how are you?"
"I am quite well, thank you, Lyanna," Finley responded calmly. He sat in a seat nearby to her and glanced at her homework before returning his gaze to meet hers. "Pardon my intrusion. What work are you doing?"
"It's not an intrusion at all," she said. "And transfiguration. I was doing some practical work, but then it got late, and I find doing spell work in the classroom a little tiresome at times." It was busy, and noisy, and she didn't want to accidentally do something wrong and get other people involved in the process. "What are you up to?"
"Do you need any assistance?" Finley offered almost immediately. She hadn't expressed any sort of problems, only a lack of interest, but he so desired to distract himself with the company of another, and he likely would have offered to help even if that were not the case.
"Truthfully, I am a bit lonely, Lyanna, so I came seeking another." He gave her a soft smile. "I thought I might find someone with whom to do classwork or to discuss theories--or simply to chat, if the more academic options were unappealing." Too many students, whether or not they received good marks, opted not to discuss academics unless it was necessary to do so. What a pity.
Did she need assistance? Lyanna tended to steer away from asking people for help with her school work, or accepting it. A mix of stubborness and pride, she supposed. "I believe that I am okay, although I thank you for the offer," she said with a smile.
"I'm up for an academic discussion," she offered. She was a year below him, so that might impact the discussion some, but she was not going to let it be a deterrent. "Do you have an area of any particular interest?"
"I can find something interesting every subject, Lyanna, so do you have a particular area of interest?" Finley returned calmly. It was one of his strengths, something he admired about himself: the ability to take something useful and valuable from every subject, even when he struggled with it. Sometimes he had to work hard to find what was useful and valuable, but it was usually there somewhere.
"Transfiguration is my favourite subject," she answered. "I find it fascinating that it's possible to completely change an object into something else. Especially if you take transfiguration that involves animals - the ability to turn something sentient into an object... we do that without thought in class. But if you actually take a moment to think about what you are doing..."
Finally grinned. Seeing people so engaged in learning and improving was far too exciting. "Go on, Lyanna. I'm listening," he encouraged. He sat up straighter and kept his eyes on her to emphasize that he was listening.
At his encouragement, she continued on. "If you look at charms, you're altering something slightly, sometimes they're large alterations, sometimes they're not, but the item stays fundamentally the same," she paused for a moment, to gather up her thoughts. "Transfiguration completely changes what the object is, so it holds little if any semblance to what it was. We can turn a living, breathing, feeling creature into a tea cup, something inanimate and easily breakable, and then change it back into a creature. It seems as though it should be slightly impossible, altering the fabric of something in that way."
Finley smiled broadly. He enjoyed seeing Lyanna eager about this subject--really about any subject worth listening to. "There is merit in what you are saying, Lyanna," he agreed. "It is a wonderful and...strange branch of magic." Magic itself was totally normal, a natural part of the world, but sometimes understanding how it worked and why was a strange journey.
"And what shall you do with transfiguration once you are no longer a student?"
Even growing up surrounded by magic, with it being a normal part of everyday life, there was still times where it was fascinating enough to forget that. When you really looked into the properties of certain magics... "It is," she agreed.
Thinking about the future was a little bit daunting, it did seem quite the while away. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I need to look more into what transfiguration pathways there are - outside of teaching."
"Yes, I think we could all be a little more attentive to our futures," Finley agreed. He himself needed to figure out what he was doing beyond "something with potions," but then the pressure was fairly high for many Hogwarts students no matter their backgrounds. "At least you know you do not wish to become a teacher. Perhaps an Auror might suit you, Lyanna, or a desk job in the Ministry?"
Neither job was particularly exciting for him, but plenty of purebloods went either route after their schooling, so they were reasonable suggestions.
"It would likely help, yes," she agreed, frowning a little. The future seemed so far away, that they had a great deal of time to work it all out. But it was surely going to go quickly enough that this time would slip by before they had made their decisions. "My cousin is an auror," she commented, maybe she could talk to Evanna about it. But she wasn't sure if it was really something that she wanted to do. "My parents would probably like the desk job," she muttered, and she was mostly sure that she wouldn't. Her parents would probably just like her in the ministry. How unpredictable of them.