Having somehow escaped the confines of his room (it was probably better not to ask how), Ed knew one thing. He was hungry. And being a zombie, one tended to crave flesh and organs, but he had a lingering memory that chocolate tasted good. Having found his way into the Great Hall by random selection of direction, Ed promptly stared mournfully at the chocolate and proceeded to pick up one to gnaw on.

He blinked, looked down at the easter egg, and blinked some more. Dude. His hand looked human. Ed raised the same hand and poked at his face, feeling regular skin instead of rotting flesh. "Well, shit," he said aloud. This was surprising.