Spike wriggled in his spider outfit, his extra legs jiggling around as he did so. He was very proud of the costume he'd made, and had even taken to walking in it bent over (using his hands as well as his feet) to get the full spider effect.

Now though, he had a dilemma. He had nothing against three legged races, and would usually quite enjoy it. Perhaps apart from the finding a partner bit. Running around outside in the fresh air with a bunch of creatures? Pure win, in Spike's mind. But today, well today he was a spider. And he was taking it very seriously, as one should do, if you're going to impersonate your favourite creature. He was making Matilda proud.

The problem of course, then, was that Spike already had eight legs. And in his head, being a spider, those were all real. So to get only three would mean a whole lot of mutilation. Did he need the same spell as the crup had on its tail? He wrinkled his nose, a look of distain on his face.

Should he mention it to the Professor? Ignore his legs and just find a partner? Or do some kind of hands and one foot hopping motion on his own?

He knew which one would be most fun... Hehe.