“What do you mean, the spell didn’t work?”
Lawrence blinked at his friend while trying to figure out the best way
to tell him. Jim had always prided himself on his looks and this
little mishap was clearly going to upset him.
“Well,” Lawrence said carefully. “It’s not <u>that</u> noticeable.”
Jim didn’t seem convinced. He scrunched up his brow and made a
beeline for the mirror. Not wasting a second, Lawrence leapt in front
and spread this arms out wide so that the billowing sleeves of his
robe completely obscured Jim’s line of sight.
“You don’t want me to. Trust me.”
“Move it already!”
Lawrence sighed and stepped out of Jim’s way. He squeezed his eyes
shut and braced himself for the shouting-fest that was sure to
follow. Since the two of them first met in their first year of wizard
school, Jim had been the vainest, shallowest, and most egotistical
person Lawrence had ever known. He knew his friend would <i>not</i>
be happy to note that he had suddenly sprouted a conspicuously large
set of antlers.
Images of Jim flying into a rage flooded Lawrence’s mind. He couldn’t
help but cringe. The antlers would be impossible to conceal - and
Lawrence braced himself once more, waiting for the furious onslaught.
But it never came. One eye dared to blink open and look in Jim’s
direction. Jim was scrutinizing the drastic change to his
appearance. His eyes were filled with neither dread nor anger, and
Lawrence dared to hope that his friend and voluntary guinea pig had
forgiven the error.
Laughter. The next thing Lawrence heard was laughter. Fearing maybe
one or both of them had lost their minds, he asked Jim what was so
“Nothing, man,” Jim said with a smile. He slicked his hair back and
winked at the mirror. “Thanks a lot.”
Jim straightened out his robe and swept toward the doorway - a
doorway, which, from the looks of it, Jim would have to walk through
“Where ‘you going like that?”
Jim nodded in the direction of the enchanted forest.
“Gonna go meet some ladies,” he said. “You know how centaur chicks
love this stuff.”
On Aug 1, 12:10 pm, hilary slater lamont <hilarysla...@gmail.com