"Shaw, we can still transfigure the cat back, right?" she asked, looking down at the still sleeping animal on her lap. Without waiting for an answer, though, Brielle practiced the spell deep in her mind. Fera Verto. Fera Verto. Fera Verto.
Closing her eyes, a white, wide hat came to view. It was the most practical transformation the cat could make, seeing its size and fats. Snapping her blue eyes open, Brielle pointed her wand to the animal and said as loud as she could, "Fera Verto." Her animal slowly shifted in its sleep, as if slowly mutating into another being. Soon enough, the hat she had been imagining appeared. Except that it had white ears poking at the top.
Sigh. |