A/N: First fanfic posted since December and it's for a ten-year-old fandom! Huge thanks to my partner in crime, werepuppyblack, for altering the spell and for getting me back into this series!
"Oh come on Ethel," Hobbes hurried around the corner to catch up. "No one else will let me practise on them!"
Ethel spun around outside of her door, causing the wizard to skid to a halt. "And this is surprising, how? It has nothing to do with out lessons."
"I'll have you know," Hobbes paused with a frown as Ethel rushed into her shared room, following before the door could close in his face. "I'll have you know that this happens to be an incrediblyuseful spell, powerful at that."
"What's going on?" Millie and Cas looked up from their spot in the middle of the room, identical looks of confusion on their faces.
Ignoring them, Ethel laughed. "Powerful? Mildred was able to cast it during our first year at Cackle's!"
"Okay, maybe not powerful, but-"
"But nothing, Hobbes. Admit it, you're just bored." With all eyes on him, Hobbes fidgeted just slightly.
"Maybe a little."
"Which is exactly why," Ethel marched towards him, pushing him over to the door, "I am not letting you turn me into a farm animal!"
...
"Pass me the flack seed, Ethel," Hobbes barely looked up from his - no, Ethel's - cauldron. The witch siged, gettig up to fid the required ingrdient. Perfect. Hobbes smirked and picked up the staff leaning against his chair. "Alevrix Orcus, Transfrogamorphus," Ethel looked up, eyes wide, "Hornicus Knottius, Clippicus Clotticus!"
Ethel just managed to shout, "No you don't!" before Hobbes aimed the staff at her. A puff of smoke later and Ethel was gone, replaced by a little furry goat. Hobbes watched, laughing, as she trotted over to him with an angry bleat.
"You make quite a good goat, Hallow," he smirked, patting her on the head. The look quickly tured into one of horror as Ethel gripped the sleeve of his coat between her teeth and began chewing. "Hey! Not the coat, Ethel!" She pulled back, tearing a piece of fabric with her. "Alright, alright!" I'll tur you back." Looking as smug as a goat possibly could she trotted away, dropping the former bit of sleeve. Hobbed just glared. "Reversus Revolvus, Returnus Resolvus, Illio, Allio, Transutato Temporus!"
With a final bleat the goat began to grow back into a huma, already mid-rant. "And next time it will be more than just a coat sleeve, you infuriating little troll! Oh." She blinked in surprise, straightening her shirt. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Hobbes nodded. "Coffee?" She flashed a quick smirk, heaving out of the door first. "Infuriating little troll?"
"The nicest description of you I could think of."