Sally smiled a sick little smile. Monica looked scared.
"Abracog be a dog" said Sally smirking still. The wand, pointed straight at her classmate, obeyed. Monica looked as though she was falling, her sprouting small black stubble that grew to fur in less than a second. The class went silent. No-one said anything.
Except Monica, who gave a small, slightly pissed bark, which sounded as though she was trying to call Sally something. For the sake of argument Bitch will do. It's vaguely funny in the situation.
Sally seemed not to be taken back. She started striding out of the classroom when she remembered the rest of the class.
"Hmmmm" she pondered "what now, let's see I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 1000, anyone want to guess it."
The class stood astounded.
"I could just turn you into pebbels." she offered.
"Um, 999" one nervous boy called Harry Potter chimed in, who for reference sake, currently looks the exact opposite of his literacy namesake.
"Oooh so close" she said and Sally pointed her wand at him. "Abracous, be a mouse". The result is predicatable. The mouse formally known as Harry seemed to run twoards the dog.
"Any other guesses" asked Sally.
"What do happens if we don't answer?" asked a loud, anoying girl called Ryognikuyisho, whose name you can skim over and not have to worry about for the rest of the tail.
"Abracnat, be a gnat" she said. She didn't deserve this, no-one does, save her stupid parents who could have called something easier to pronounce.
