Sorry if this one confuses anyone. This was a request from a friend. It's a magic au, in which they live in a dorm together and Jonathan accidentally turn Evan into an owl.

Evan was tired. Class was rough and he trudged up the stairs to his dorm.

"Ugh." He groaned. His dorm, where his roommate was probably mixing up some new experiment in potion bottles that more than likely had the place smelling like griffin feet. He opened the door to a flash of blinding light and he felt all of his things fall to the floor around him as he shielded his eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jonathan?!" He yelled and slowly peeked around his fingers, but they weren't fingers. There was a wing in front of his face and he jumped with a scream.

"Ahh!" He flailed at whatever it was only to find that the room looked remarkably bigger and Jonathan was looking down at him with wide eyes.

"Don't. Move." He said before he bit down on his finger, trying not to laugh.

Evan looked down and saw clawed feet and brown feathers and he knew. He felt the rage swell and he stood on his small frame. Instead of curling his fists he felt his feathers ruffle and he marched Jonathan's way.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" He screeched. "I'm a fucking bird, you dunce!"

Jonathan couldn't hold back his laugh any longer and put his hands on his knees while he wheezed. He caught his breath for a moment before he looked back up at his bird friend, only to burst into another fit of laughter. He finally gave up and fell to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, man. But you're cute as hell. Look at you." Jonathan giggled and Evan snapped his beak at him which made Jonathan laugh again. "Oh god, that's adorable."

Evan stormed up to him and started pecking at him angrily, "Change me back! I don't have time for this! We have exams soon, we have to study! I can't study if I'm a bird!"

Jonathan held up a finger, "Not just any bird. You, sir, are an owl. A beautiful, majestic, owl. And just so you know, I don't know how to turn you back. I don't know how I did it in the first place. I was just trying to fix your coffee mug that I broke before you got here so you wouldn't kill me."

Evan was so furious he didn't know what to do. He just hung his head and took deep breaths, his tiny heart was pounding and he felt some sort of fear starting to creep in. "Can't you just take me to one of the professors and ask them to help?"

He also saw a small fear in Jonathan's eyes when he said that. "No, I can't. This would be my fifth strike with using experimental magic outside the classroom. They'd kick me out for good this time. I can't go back home, Evan. I don't have one."

Evan sighed and closed his eyes.

Jonathan felt the guilt creeping in. "I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy, I didn't mean to break your coffee mug and I know it's your favorite one and I just wanted to fix it because you're like my only friend here. I didn't want you to hate me, so I tried and I think I mixed one of the words up and … "

Evan looked up at his eyes that were watering and he almost panicked, so he pecked gently at his fingers. "Hey, It's okay. I can help fix it when we get me changed back, okay?"

Jonathan nodded and grinned. "Okay."

Evan couldn't really do anything. He couldn't google his problem, he couldn't eat pizza, couldn't take a hot shower to think things over. So instead he sat on Jonathan's shoulder for three days as they scoured the library for answers, pecking at his head when he said something stupid.

"I know you're the only one that can hear me, but try not to make it look so obvious. You look like a crazy person talking to yourself." Evan advised as they sat in a corner to themselves. No one paid much attention to them because owls were a common thing around school, but when you just sat around talking with one that was screeching back at you, it looked odd.

And as hard as it was for Evan to admit, he didn't want Jonathan to be kicked out either. He really liked the guy. He was kind and thoughtful, just like the time he bought him that mug because it had his favorite colors. He was his friend.

So he stuck with him, perched either on his shoulder or his desk throughout the school day. Helping him where he could by pointing things out on the books with his small claws.

Jonathan would grin and pet his soft feathers and Evan would try to run away, but he never could get too far. Then he'd scratch him on the head and Evan was a sucker for it and always gave in. Then when he got tired he'd crawl into his blue jacket pocket on the front of his hoodie and sleep in the dark warm hole.

Jonathan was attached to him like he'd always been but now that Evan was forced to stay by him, on his shoulder, he was attached to him even more. Evan was the best friend he ever had. He was kind to him even though he'd turned him into an owl. He was going to miss him when it was over.

He was going to miss that small weight on his shoulders and soft pecks on the side of his face.

It was three days until exams started and Evan was stress eating crackers on Jonathan's shoulder while they looked over notes. Until he leafed through his notebook and a paper flew out onto the floor.

"I'll get it." Evan said and flew down before Jonathan could stop him. He stopped when he read the words scrawled across the paper, then he glared back up at him.

"Evan …"

"Don't 'Evan' me! You've had the answer this whole time!" He yelled and yanked helplessly at the jeans on Jonathan's leg out of anger. "Change me back so I can kick your ass!"

Jonathan sighed and picked up the paper, Evan nipping at his fingers the whole time, leaving small cuts that would bleed. Jonathan said the words, waved his wand around him and watched Evan stumble over the coffee table when he was on his two human feet again. He was in the clothes he had been wearing that same day he was changed and his mug was till lying on the bar broken.

He fumed and turned to Jonathan who was standing there, almost in tears. "I only found it two days ago. I thought maybe I could keep you just a bit longer. It's nice being close to you. No one's ever been kind to me like you are. No one wants to take the time to get to know me. But you did and … I'm sorry."

He walked into his room and closed the door and Evan felt like an asshole when he looked back at the broken mug. His favorite that his best friend, Jonathan, had got him out of the kindness of his heart. He sighed and lost all of his anger and ended up walking into Jonathan's room and took him by the hand, leading him to the bathroom where he cleaned the small cuts on his hand.

"I'm sorry." Then he hugged him tight. "You're my best friend and I've always been scared to get close to you because I'm a terrible person. I criticize, I yell, and I fight. I don't want to hurt you even though I already have."

He pulled away and rubbed ointment on the cuts and glanced at him. Jonathan was smiling.

"That's part of being friends, you dork. If you didn't criticize, I wouldn't improve. If you didn't yell, I wouldn't know I would biting all my nails off. If we didn't fight, we'd just be fragile. So thank you."

Evan blinked and broke into a grin. "Come on, let's fix that mug. Without magic this time."

They grew closer than they ever had and Evan got into the habit of resting his head on Jonathan's shoulder while they sat on the couch together. He sipped out of his super glued coffee mug and never stopped being that small weight on his shoulder.

Jonathan giggled and looked over at him, "I know what you could be for Halloween."

Evan almost choked on his hot chocolate.