Hi everyone! Sorry I have been...on hiatus, for so long! Well, I'm definitely not going to be on much now, considering that I'm going to college. However, I had the sudden urge to revamp this chapter. I've actually wanted to do that for a long time, but I wasn't sure how until now. Much of the dialogue is still there with just a few changes. Got rid of some unnecessary rambling and also changed Sam's house. Instead of the rich house I had imagined her to be, she lives in a semi-normal house. She still has a maid though!

Enjoy.

Samantha waited impatiently at a computer desk, sitting in a rather comfortable cushy office chair. she piddled her finger to try to pass the time, eagerly awaiting her tutor to come into the office room for her lesson. The room was only big enough for one or two people, but this is also where her parents kept all of the magic-related textbooks. So the office room actually doubled as a classroom.

She continued fidgeting, thinking about what all she could do with this particular lesson. This lesson was one of those rare few that she actually looked forward to learning. Oh the things she would do. the fun she'd have. And the chaos and mischievousness she'd cause. Especially to Rebecca.

Someone knocked on the other side of the door. Finally, she thought. Why doesn't he ever just come in? He knows it's just me.

"Come in," she said anxiously.

An elderly man who looked to be in his fifties came in. He had silvery hair that always stayed in a fancy gentleman-like ponytail. Two pieces of hair (he called them "bangs") hung down on his forehead, moving to and fro as he did. Whenever he came over for her lessons he always wore a suit, making him more like a butler than anything to her. The actual name escaped her, but it looked like he wore a red handkerchief on his chest. It made him look a bit more puffed up. Maybe that was the point.

He was also kind of a skinny thing. Every time Samantha thought that, she imagined him as a stick. One time, she accidentally turned him into one with a transmogrifying cast during a lesson. Good thing she knew where the book was for the cast, or she'd never have gotten him back to normal.

"Samantha dear, are you ready for your next lesson?" he asked with his hands behind his back.

She couldn't hold her excitement any longer. The trainee suddenly burst out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Oh, heaven help us all."

"What? it's just an animation casting."

"Yes, but knowing you, if you're already in here before me, then it's one of the lessons you actually look forward to." Samantha giggled and gave her tutor a smile so wide that it was to ear. He knew her well.

"Come on, say it Jeeves! Come on, come on, come on!" The tutor gave an irritated groan while rolling his eyes.

"Today's lesson, as you know of course, is the animation cast. An how many times do I have to tell you, young lady," now it was Samantha's turn to roll her eyes, "do not. Call me. Jeeves."

"Hey," she shrugged, "I can't help it that you look so much like a butler, Sebastian."

"Hmm, well I can't help that you look like a ten year-old but act like a three year-old." Samantha looked at Sebastian with a slightly confused and surprised look.

"Touche. And I'm twelve, remember?"

"Now, onto the lesson," he said, blatantly ignoring Samantha. "First, I need you to go fetch something of yours. Something that can walk on its own, like a stuffed animal or an action figure."

Samantha squeaked as she jumped out of the chair. Before she made it out of the door, Sebastian added, "No Transformer Animated toys or whatever you call them."

"You said an action figure."

"Or a stuffed animal."

She turned around and stuck her tongue out. Sebastian waved his hand in the air signaling for her to move along. She did so and immediately realized a problem the second she stepped into her room. She didn't exactly have many toys that could walk on their own. Wait, did a springy toy count? Sam brought it back, holding it out for inspection.

"Something a bit more human-like if you please."

Samantha fumed as she went outside of the study again. Where the heck was she going to get walking, 'human-like' toys when the closest thing to that was her Transformer toys? She looked around her room. Several shelves attached to the wall were filled with Decepticons. Starscream stood out proudly from the rest, while Megatron was hidden somewhere in the cluster of toys. Soundwave stood on her desk, with Lazerbeak in guitar form. They were the only two she couldn't get to fit on the shelves. Well, that and the three Autobots, Bumblebee, Prowl, and Bulkhead. They were in the drawers of the same desk Soundwave stood on.

And then, she spotted what was probably the only non-transformer thing there: a teddy bear.

"Is this the only one in here?" She quickly scanned the room again, then to the doorway. The teddy bear was then shoved underneath her pillow out of sight.

Samantha came back to the study for the second time, holding out her hands.

"Empty handed, eh?"

She shrugged her shoulders, looking at her tutor with a small smirk.

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

She grinned from ear to ear again, knowing that victory was hers. "Transformers Animated toys, here I come!"

Sebastian groaned as she left the room, afraid of what devious little plans she had up her sleeves. Not that she had on any sleeves at the moment.

She came back slower than her last two trips. Probably, she was trying to decide which toy to bring to life he supposed.

Sam bolted straight for the seat, holding a black and gold ninja-like robot toy. She swerved into the seat, just barely missing the corner of the desk with how fast she was going. The chair went backwards for a moment, and set her toy down on the desk.

"This is how you do it," began Sebastian. An almost transparent red sphere came onto the palm of his hand, barely using any effort at all. Everytime Samantha had to do that she had to concentrate for a few seconds. Sometimes even for a few minutes if she was having trouble concentrating. Sebastian continued on, leaning on the desk and placing the sphere on top of the toy. He moved his hand away from the toy, but left the sphere behind. It sunk down and expanded until it covered the entire toy. The sphere disappeared while the toy glowed entirely white, then it went back to normal.

The toy did nothing. It just stood there as always, staring in one direction as always.

"Uh, nothing's happening."

"Patience, child."

"Is it supposed to-"

The toy clenched its hands, er servos. whatever you want to call them. Samantha let out a gasp. He snapped his head in her direction, causing her to lean the office chair as far back as would go.

"Sometimes it takes a few seconds to work, depending on the user."

"Now you tell me."

The toy, now sentient, looked about its surroundings.

"fascinating," the toy said.

"Cool! He can talk!"

Sebastian actually looked quite pleased to see her smile. He smiled himself, however Samantha didn't notice, being too excited seeing her Transformer toy coming to life.

"My name is Prowl," he said, looking straight at her.

"I'm Samantha, but most people call me Sam." Prowl gave her a small smile.

"Alright, I think this part of the lesson is over." Sebastian said, not wanting to risk Samantha plotting something in the midst of her excitement.

"Aw." Prowl turned to Sebastian, confused as what was going on now.

Sebastian placed his hand over the confused toy, retracting the red sphere from before. It came out like a snake, disappearing into his hand. The toy fell sideways, unbalanced from his last position.

"Are you going to tell me how you did that anytime soon?"

"As usual, you concentrate on your goal. To animate or inanimate." Samantha gave a purposely evil laugh to unnerve Sebastian. Well, unnerve him even more anyway.

"Practice this skill on something other than your current toys."

"Okie Dokie."

"Now, onto the more technical side of the animation cast."

"Nooooooooo," she mock-wailed pathetically. This was the part that usually wasn't fun to do.

Sebastian sighed. "Such is the life of a three hundred and eighty-seven year-old teacher."

Sam chuckled at that, knowing well why he said that.