Oh, that really was sad. Zhenya made a mental note never to say Medusa was a hideous female again. She had been cursed like that in a heartbreaking way. Poor Medusa, destined to spend her life alone without friend, partner or foe.

Picking up a mug from the front, Zhenya returned to her desk and placed the mug on top of it. She looked at it for a few moments, imagining it as a tree. Okay... "Im-mue-tar-ay ar-bor-ay, Im-mue-tar-ay ar-bor-ay, Im-mue-tar-ay ar-bor-ay," she said a few times, practicing some more, and double jabbed her wand at it to practice the movement. Well surely that would do it?

"Im-mue-tar-ay ar-bor-ay," she said, and double jabbed her wand at the mug. The handle transformed into a wood-looking handle. OH COOL! She touched it, but it still felt ceramic, so she hadn't done it right. Perhaps if it felt like a tree it would have partially worked at transforming the structure of the mug. Well, the material. But never mind.

"Im-mue-tar-ay ar-bor-ay," she said again, double jabbing the mug. Nothing happened this time. Ah... She cleared her throat, rolled her neck and rolled her shoulders back. Okay, focus Burton. She closed her eyes a few moments to try and picture the mug a tree again. She tried to picture it as the tree Apollo had just transformed. Opening her eyes she looked at the mug again.

"Im-mue-tar-ay ar-bor-ay," she said, double jabbing her wand at it. A leaf sprouted from the tree-looking handle. She had a giggle, and almost asked Apollo whether she could just keep it like this. It looked cool. But alas that was not the purpose of the spell.