They'd gone from numbers to beards in a matter of minutes. Lucian was impressed by the speed of subjects moving, but you know who wouldn't be impressed? His mother. He got thinking of what Professor French said, and his mom was huge on feminism and stuff, so she'd probably have hexed him down by now. He internally laughed to himself. Ha. Imagine his mom all angry and stuff and chasing Professor French. There had to be a Parents Back to School Night. SNORT.

The first year stood up and peered around the line. He hoped the potion would taste nice. Like apples or something. When it was his turn Lucian ladled some of it into his cup, all the way like instructed and downed it all in one swig. Not bad.

His eyes crossed as HAIR grew from his CHIN. It grew and grew and grew and grew until it was down to his chest. Whoa. This is probably how Santa Claus felt. A heavy face. He stroke it and winced when his finger got caught. Heh. It needed its own personal hairbrush.