Post by Cyan on Jul 8, 2012 23:18:05 GMT -5
Cyan scowled. As he failed to find an owlery or rabbit pens or anything--and he was not fishing, that was so not cool--he took to the abandoned quidditch stadium. Er, mostly abandoned. Man, when had someone last actually played quidditch here?
Pleased that the sky was a tad overcast for once, he pulled out the creature in his pocket.
Man. Pets. Maybe he should get more sometime?
He glanced at his toad.
Tode gazed up at Cyan stupidly.
Nah. Too expensive.
Drawing out his wand, he waved it over Tode and carefully pronounced, "Convertam in sacculum." There was a shiver of magic, and the toad shuddered. His--er, its--body twitched uncomfortably and bulged in weird places, kinda like it had beetles crawling under its skin. Cyan winced. Tode's mouth stretched outward and yellowed into a golden mouth or clasp.
Tode's eyes rolled back, becoming completely white. Its eyelids came together while the creature trembled. They seemed to melt into one.
Meanwhile, its legs shriveled up as its body became bloated and inflated like a balloon. It shortly flattened and smoothed itself out once the appropriate shape formed.
A little queasy, Cyan looked down at his little purse thing. It only closed at the clasp, which was golden and traced along the mouth of the wee purse. It was about as large as one of his hands with the fingers all stretched out. The interior of the skin--er, purse--was a light pink. Cyan tried not to imagine why that was so. The exterior skin, of course... was the texture of his pet. Same coloration and patterns and stuff, too.
Theoretically, transfig didn't hurt, but ew.
Wincing, he slid the purse into a pocket of his robes and redirected his attention to the next vict--er, animals.
Fat pigeons at two o'clock.
Pulling his black robe a little tighter, the slytherin boy crept near the obese flock. Someone must've dropped some popcorn or seed or something earlier 'cause they sure looked happy.
Pleased that the sky was a tad overcast for once, he pulled out the creature in his pocket.
Man. Pets. Maybe he should get more sometime?
He glanced at his toad.
Tode gazed up at Cyan stupidly.
Nah. Too expensive.
Drawing out his wand, he waved it over Tode and carefully pronounced, "Convertam in sacculum." There was a shiver of magic, and the toad shuddered. His--er, its--body twitched uncomfortably and bulged in weird places, kinda like it had beetles crawling under its skin. Cyan winced. Tode's mouth stretched outward and yellowed into a golden mouth or clasp.
Tode's eyes rolled back, becoming completely white. Its eyelids came together while the creature trembled. They seemed to melt into one.
Meanwhile, its legs shriveled up as its body became bloated and inflated like a balloon. It shortly flattened and smoothed itself out once the appropriate shape formed.
A little queasy, Cyan looked down at his little purse thing. It only closed at the clasp, which was golden and traced along the mouth of the wee purse. It was about as large as one of his hands with the fingers all stretched out. The interior of the skin--er, purse--was a light pink. Cyan tried not to imagine why that was so. The exterior skin, of course... was the texture of his pet. Same coloration and patterns and stuff, too.
Theoretically, transfig didn't hurt, but ew.
Wincing, he slid the purse into a pocket of his robes and redirected his attention to the next vict--er, animals.
Fat pigeons at two o'clock.
Pulling his black robe a little tighter, the slytherin boy crept near the obese flock. Someone must've dropped some popcorn or seed or something earlier 'cause they sure looked happy.