Star awoke curled up beneath one of the conference tables in the office, tangled in his robes. Bright orange smoke wafted from his newly restored form, and he blinked in groggy confusion as he lay on the floor, wondering how the world had gotten so small in the night. He smacked his lips and scratched behind one ear and tried to remember what was so strange about such a common motion; the sound of his skull thwacking against the table's oaken underside echoed through the room as realization dawned in all its painful glory.
"Ouch! I mean, I'm big again! I mean, I'm me! Really me, not froggy me! I have fingers! And hair! And...and...um..." Starlequin's eyes widened for a moment as he ran a... perfunctory check over himself and sighed in giddy relief as he learned everything was still in place. "Even that! Well, it's there, at any rate. But I'm me again!"
The young wizard crawled out from beneath the table and carefully rose to his feet, marveling at the joy of once again possessing opposable thumbs and load-bearing ankles. His wand was jammed into a back pocket of his robes, and he withdrew the ash rod and felt its core strand of unicorn hair thrum with power as its owner brandished it once more. His heart swelled with pride, not entirely unjustified; not many wizards he'd ever heard of had survived nearly a full week of being hexmogrified into a small and defenseless creature. A learning experience, that's what this whole incident was, exactly the kind of education a wizard just couldn't get selling dragon-grade mandrake fertilizer in a family shoppe!
A low, thin 'ribbit' sounded from the ground near the wall, and Starlequin's ears twitched as he turned to spy his nemesis, the renegade chocolate frog, hop out from its hiding place behind a cloud-poofed chair. He bared his teeth in a feral grin, gripped his want tight, and took careful aim. At last, he would be vindicated against his fudgey foe. Or at least, he would have been.
Poor boy really should have checked that nick in his wand just above the handle. The one crackling dimly with leaking magic."Tracelatorix!"
Starlequin growled, pointing his curse at the candied frog, fully intent on obliterating the little nuisance and leaving nothing but an ugly, delicious stain on the carpet. It would have worked, too, the spell hadn't bunched up within the damaged wand and fired back onto its caster. Starlequin had less than a second before the white light engulfed him and he felt the agony of his flesh and bones melting out of shape again. 'Not again,'
he thought, despair effectively numbing the pain of his latest transformation until his new form crashed to the floor.~I wanna go home,~
thought the extraordinarily pissed off pot of daisies as it landed on the carpet, petals shivering from the impact.Remiel