As the initial transformations begin, there's something slightly too profoundly weird about the whole thing, Charles leaning right back in his chair, absently (and carefully) crushing the end of unfinished cigarette on the edge of the table with only a glance to break.
But all at once, it's a moving creature, one that doesn't seem particularly frightened to have gone from a shoe to a lemur. Sprouted tail is poised and articulate, and Charles' brow only crinkles in disbelief when it sends a sharp look his way. Elbows on the table, his chin sinks into his palms, a crooked smile returning.
Experimentally, he pushes one of the plates over to it. The lemur reaches to pick up some pie crust to investigate.
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As the initial transformations begin, there's something slightly too profoundly weird about the whole thing, Charles leaning right back in his chair, absently (and carefully) crushing the end of unfinished cigarette on the edge of the table with only a glance to break.
But all at once, it's a moving creature, one that doesn't seem particularly frightened to have gone from a shoe to a lemur. Sprouted tail is poised and articulate, and Charles' brow only crinkles in disbelief when it sends a sharp look his way. Elbows on the table, his chin sinks into his palms, a crooked smile returning.
Experimentally, he pushes one of the plates over to it. The lemur reaches to pick up some pie crust to investigate.
"Lookatitslittlehands Severus."