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Anne managed to decamp from the Gryffindor common room with a minimum of fuss, owing much of her luck to the fact that noone knew quite what to expect from Jayne in normal circumstances, much less when he began to walk, talk, and yes... shoot like a girl.
It definitely helped that people tended to avoid Jayne - he, along with a scattered few, wore guns everywhere they went, refusing to give up that piece of thier old lives. And despite herself, Anne was beginning to enjoy the sort of negative attention associated with the weapon. People, as she passed them, gave her hesitant glances, or nervous half-smiles. Admittedly, she was repeatedly cocking and releasing the hammer of the large gun, but she couldn't help herself.

She liked her new body.

Being a girl had always been so difficult... dresses and lace and hypocrisy that clung to her sex like a tenacious suitor, calling at odd hours of the day, never letting her forget that someone was thinking of her at all times. Such a thing could be tolerated (that is, if she'd been given the choice) before, but not now. Not when she could wear pants and a gun and stare at people and say stupid things... and the best part was that noone seemed to think twice of it. She belonged.
It was a strange feeling, too, after having been locked away in the high reaches of Gryffindor tower. It was liberating. Not only were the shackles of her sex removed, but so too were the restrictive terms of her self-exile. Today was a day of new beginnings, of experimentation. Of leaving old things behind and accepting the new with no reservations.
Not once did she pause to wonder what had happened to her old body.

Curiously, no matter how she tried, her old convictions wouldn't abandon her, even with newfound identity and newfound freedom. She didn't mind too horribly much, of course - Anne had always been a firm believer that if you couldn't trust your thoughts and emotions, you couldn't trust anything. It was just that... well... she wished, almost, that she could have forgot Ryuuji.
She sighed inwardly, and scowled at a passing hufflepuff.
There was no excuse now... she had to kill him.

Twitching its hips a wee bit more than it was want to do, Jayne's body walked purpousefully down the length of a long hall, its right hand idly twitching the gun, its left just as idly scratching bits of itself that weren't entirely familiar to its new user.

There were gonna be some changes made.

( Where the hell's my prince! )

((Open to just about anyone... especially to our students from Gormenghast, and Ryuuji :D ))