It was actually happening. A storm was finally occuring. She had been waiting since September's full moon to do this. To attempt to become an animagus. And she was finally going to make her attempt.

She had memorized exactly what to do. Memorized the potential risks. It was all in her brain. And now Sweetie Rachel Katherine Whitledge was going to try to become an animagus. She did what was needed, and all she could hope for was that she had enough skill and luck.

Finally, she felt shorter. After all was done. Very much shorter. She looked at herself. Black fur. Black paws. A tail! She waved it around with a bit of a test. Looking for something reflective, she found a sadly discarded mirror - left by a peer. She was a black cat! How curious. She turned back to her natural form with ease, and smiled with glee.