Ron was enjoying the extra jiggly scenery, the nervous nature of his fellow witches. Jumping at the least noise, startled by the every moving shadow. They were moving in packs, and their uniforms were still over-stuffed no longer fitting their newer boosted dimensions.
However, his amusement was shattered, as he heard the terrifying cry from the shadows.
Big Juggs Jinx.
It was a shock, when the spell hit him. A tinge of frustration eating away that the spell hadn't hit a witch. It was his left arm that tingled, as he peered into the shadows at that side. Seeing nothing beyond the vaguest, undefined darkness.
Turning to the right, he hoped to see the target of the spell. To be praised for stepping in the way, to block the jinx. The corridor was better lit, but there was no sign of any witch to be targetted by the spell. No-one to praise his accidental heroism. Aching to retell it, and enhance it for his future audience. Surely, they'd appreciate if he fired some spell after the fleeing assailant. Just missing by the slimmest of margins. It wasn't a lie... Well, not a big one, certainly nothing serious.
As the pins and needles sensation worked all over Ron's left arm he massaged his flesh hoping to dispel the sensation. It was then he noticed the difference. His right arm was normal... was familiar. But his left looked different. Holding them both out side by side, the change was clear. His left was scawnier. No! Not merely thinner, but slightly feminine. Taking in the two hands, the difference was even clearer. One hand was slender and girly, even his nails were tipped with colour. His right was unchanged.
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