*tries to look innocent*
Find the door! 😊
And out the pieces pour... 😉
Ms. Bred! I'm warning you.
'Don't be so sore.' 😆
*doesn't even bother trying to hide her shit-eating grin* 😊
And just like that, a strange sensation ripples over her skin.
'Huh? What?' is all she can say before she begins to shrink...
Well who'd have thought it? The insipid fairy wand works after all.
Severus tries to stifle his smile.
He fails utterly.
But possibly he hadn't tried all that hard...
Well, yes, I agree the colour was a mite unexpected.
I don't believe there is such a thing as ginger frogs...
And I'm quite certain a kiss will not be required to sort this. Wherever do you get these ideas? A simple Finite shall suffice.
Of course that presupposes you could speak...
Am *I* willing to cast the Counter-spell? Without further inducement? Consider this, if you will: I hardly needed to cast the spell in the first place, did I? So why do you suppose I should now wish to cast the Finite Incantatem?
I say, were you that slow as a witch, too?
*ribbit* *ribbit* *ribbit* *ribbit*!!!!
Well I suppose if it doesn't wear off on its own, I could revisit that decision, but it couldn't hurt were you to give some thought to those inducements either. Belts and braces my dear wo... frog, belts and braces.
Why I do suppose you're right; frogs have need of neither.