 Post 3- fungifors Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah held the rabbit close to her chest. She didn't really have to turn it into a mushroom, right? That'd be a really tragic loss, considering rabbits were five hundred million times more enjoyable than mushrooms. Burying her nose in the fluffiness, she breathed in all the good stuff she was missing out on because the answer to 'can I get a kitten' was 'NO' every single time. That's right. EVERY single time. Not even one measly yes, and she'd asked at least a million times. Maybe even a billion.
She looked up from the rabbit on account of nose-tickles, and wrinkled her nose in all the ways a nose could wrinkle until the sneezy feeling went away. Everybody else was moving on, and Hady already had a mushroom and everything. BEHIND, that's what she was. And also sad because she had to say goodbye to the bunny. And also proud that she'd made a bunny in the first place, but nobody had to know that bit because bunny making was probably supposed to be easy for a fifth year. Norah gave the rabbit a little kiss on its cutiepie fluffyface head, then set it down again. "See ya soon, little dude." She WOULD turn something into a rabbit again sometime soon. That was a promise. "Finite." Aaaaaand there was the statue again. It looked even more smug now that it wasn't a rabbit. What a punk.
She practiced an 'n' shaped motion with her wand once, then twice, then once backwards, then another time forwards because nobody had use for a backwards 'n.' It was a shame, really. Backwards things deserved love too. Next came the incantation, which was a lot less enthusiastic than the one before because WHO liked mushrooms anyways? Not her. That's who. "Fungifors. Fungifors. Fungiiiiifors. Fungiforsfungiforsfungifors." That was a really good tongue twister.
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