As the transformation went on, You felt a numbing feeling on your body, almost like one would expect for anesthetics to feel like. So, no hints from my body either until the deed is done, figures.You mentally sighed. I might as well just… use this time to get my thoughts in order.
You decide that your thoughts on magic suddenly existing had been addressed… enough… for the moment. It would be better to dwell on it later with the “””expert on the matter””” rather than hopelessly ruminate that can of worms in your head.
You also ponder wether you should have forgiven her this easily, you know Sabrina well enough to know there isn’t some evil scheme, or abusive agenda to all this, that she would not overstep as your friend in this. More than she's done already anyways you mentally wince, you did not expect her to put her dreams above actively tricking you, her childhood friend, into what is basically servitude to her. Could you even trust that she won’t just enslave you, what other things was she capable of that you ‘’Were sure she wasn’t the kind of person to do that to you’’.
But then you thought back to the recent conversation, the actual Ina you remember being demonstrated again and again in just, the way she clumsily made this whole situation happen, almost the same innocent egoism when she always decided what you two would play when you were on the primary school patio.
Back then, the ginger girl in school really had no other person to play with, she was often avoided as being the weird one of the girls and also quite pushy over her own ways of playing. Yet before having you as her playmate, she played all the same on her own imagining worlds and stories that would make themselves known to you when you first offered yourself as a playmate. It made you uncomfortable seeing her spinning or jumping on her own in the playground sand day after day when all other kids just ignored her, you just couldn’t really understand why she acted this way when it clearly didn’t do her any good.
On the other hand, back then, you were a pretty average kid but well respected kid, in there. Grandma had taught you that you need to carry yourself without letting others know of your weaknesses, “Everyone has a reason to go after ya, and another to avoid ya, don’t give them the chance to get to find them out.” And you owe your life up to this point being rather unproblematic thanks to that mentality, a little bland, but not without it’s good moments.
in within your pondering, you can’t help finding yourself mentally recreating your first meeting:
“Hey, Sabrina, what are you doing?”
“You’re J!”
“J? My name is James.”
“I know silly! J is your nickname, never thought such a square would want to be friends with me, but I gave everyone nicknames just in case!”
“Wha- Hey I’m no Square, a-and you didn’t answer my question!”
“I’m trying to awaken my magic.”
“Oh so you’re playing mages all by yourself?”
“Nuh uh this is no game, I’m gonna be a real witch!”
“That’s… Sabrina you know that magic isn’t real right?”
“That’s what all the squares and adults say, but they just didn’t try hard enough, but I’m going to find it, I sent 6 letters to Hogwards, dug 10 holes where to brew magic potions, I chant “I wish to be a witch” every night as I go to sleep… and now I’m doing a magic dance, one has to work… so… so either help or get lost meanie!”
“...”
“...”
“Sabrina you’re crying…”
“I-It’s for the ritual… I mean it!”
“...Hey... maybe... if this all isn’t working, maybe we can pretend it worked…? Not to say it won’t but maybe by believing it so, it will become real… or real enough to make you happy?”
“sniffle…”
“… so?”
“... I take it back, you’re not a square anymore.”
“Is that a-”
“Hehehi!, In fact, since I’m now a witch Imma turn you into…”
As your last memory is interrupted by the completion of the transformation process, and your consciousness is drifted back into awareness, you have a distinct feeling the kind of body your witch friend has chosen for you.
