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hh_mirror(The real) Ron Weasley doesn't sleep. He waits. And he had been waiting all day for the taller, dumber version of himself to finally submit to the weakness that conquers all those of the Flesh, sleep. And now, as it was close to midnight, he could plot his evil plans of nastiness and badness! Mwuahahaha! Mwuahaha-huh?
In a flash the puppet felt himself sucked from his infernal prison into one of flesh, and he was much taller and WOW, A CHARMS TEXT BOOK!
"What's this?" Ron stood up, flexing his muscles. "Not!Ron? Where's not!Ron?" He brought his hands to his face, gasping out a little whine. "Why are there little tentacles on my hands? Ouch!" He had brought his face too close to these strange appendages, and after a flash of movement his left eye teared up something awful. "They are revolting against me! Booooo! Shame!"
He smacked the hand hard against the desk and winced, bringing the fingers to his mouth. He had just felt pain for the first time. "Ow! What did that? What was that!? Mean! Meeeeeeeeeean!"
"What's this?" He swayed on the two... legs!? He started to walk as an experiment, and then run... BASH!
"Owey. Meeeeeean!" Ron glared at the wall, but then looked down at his trousers. "What's this?" He opened them with fumbling hands and looked down. "Scary," he whispered to himself, and gave it an experimental poke. After several moments of silence he drew the trousers shut again. "It is a strange thing and I will think no more of it."
He then looked up and gasped. "I am a Fleshling! But... but I have achieved independence! Obviously this is a spell, not casted by the Hell Hag, but by Harry! He wishes me to use my body to achieve my goals of the emancipation of my kind from- BUTTERFLY!" Ron looked on in delight as a moth fluttered in through the window, only to fly on under a crack on the door.
"BUTTERFLY! BUTTERFLY! BUTTERFLY!" Ron opened the door and, in Terry's body, rushed through the Ravenclaw's dorm. He saw a blouse crumpled in the corridor, obviously abandoned by someone with better taste. "I shall look pretty!" Forgetting about the butterfly, Ron set about making himself look damn fine, before wandering to the Ravenclaw's common room and then out into the halls.
In a flash the puppet felt himself sucked from his infernal prison into one of flesh, and he was much taller and WOW, A CHARMS TEXT BOOK!
"What's this?" Ron stood up, flexing his muscles. "Not!Ron? Where's not!Ron?" He brought his hands to his face, gasping out a little whine. "Why are there little tentacles on my hands? Ouch!" He had brought his face too close to these strange appendages, and after a flash of movement his left eye teared up something awful. "They are revolting against me! Booooo! Shame!"
He smacked the hand hard against the desk and winced, bringing the fingers to his mouth. He had just felt pain for the first time. "Ow! What did that? What was that!? Mean! Meeeeeeeeeean!"
"What's this?" He swayed on the two... legs!? He started to walk as an experiment, and then run... BASH!
"Owey. Meeeeeean!" Ron glared at the wall, but then looked down at his trousers. "What's this?" He opened them with fumbling hands and looked down. "Scary," he whispered to himself, and gave it an experimental poke. After several moments of silence he drew the trousers shut again. "It is a strange thing and I will think no more of it."
He then looked up and gasped. "I am a Fleshling! But... but I have achieved independence! Obviously this is a spell, not casted by the Hell Hag, but by Harry! He wishes me to use my body to achieve my goals of the emancipation of my kind from- BUTTERFLY!" Ron looked on in delight as a moth fluttered in through the window, only to fly on under a crack on the door.
"BUTTERFLY! BUTTERFLY! BUTTERFLY!" Ron opened the door and, in Terry's body, rushed through the Ravenclaw's dorm. He saw a blouse crumpled in the corridor, obviously abandoned by someone with better taste. "I shall look pretty!" Forgetting about the butterfly, Ron set about making himself look damn fine, before wandering to the Ravenclaw's common room and then out into the halls.
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