<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Apron.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br/>● Wearing a pink apron.<br/>● Out of his depth.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"I have not changed you," I object as I judge the feasibility of grabbing the book before things get out of hand.  "Well, not deliberately at least."  The opportunity seems to present itself but before I can act Chloe passes the book to Circe who hugs it to her chest.  I'm not about to reclaim it by force, that's totally out of the question, so I might as well admit that the ship has sailed on that course of action.  "If you're so keen on bespelling me, you could fix my finger instead," I grumble.  I don't think Chloe's threat to turn me into a toad was serious, she wouldn't do that to me...  Or would she?<br/><br/>I turn my head to Circe and notice her blank, spaced-out gaze.  "Circe?" I reach to touch her arm, "Are you alright?"  There is no response, she feels rigid and immobile, and even a little cold to the touch.  "What did just happen?" I turn back to Chloe, hoping that she would know more about it because...  Well, partially because I know fuck all about this shit and she's the one with a witch for a grandmother, but mostly because I am on the verge of freaking out.  "Is there anything we can..."  Then I hear Circe's voice and a wave of relief washes over me.  She's fine!<br/><br/>"Jeez, is everybody around me a broom-rider in disguise?" I shake my head in mock exasperation, trying to relieve the tension.  There's something different about Circe though, she seems... bigger?  Yes, she is definitely stretching her shirt more than she used to, which is a definite proof that magic can indeed cause physical changes.  I should be concerned about this development (pun notwithstanding) but it does look good on her...  "Figures," I smirk, "equating playfulness with boobs..."</span><br/>