Author: This amused me more than it should have.

Disclaimer: Medivh belongs to Medivh, but the copyright belongs to Blizzard.

~Changes~

Medivh sighed in dismay. Well, this is inconvenient.

"Master?"

Medivh watched his apprentice enter his chambers and frown. The youth murmured something to himself—a habit that anyone who lived in the Tower for any length of time picked up—as he walked carefully around the room.

Medivh sat down slowly behind the one-way mirror and scowled at his suddenly slighter hands.

Inconvenient, but interesting, he amended mentally as he stroked his beardless chin.

He shifted in his seat and had to bite down a snicker. His body was drowning in his robes, his shoulders nearly falling off his slighter frame. He was glad that he had maintained the same height, but his robes were tight in places they hadn't been tight before and loose in places they hadn't been loose before. He stood slowly and swallowed a laugh as his sleeves dropped over the tips of his fingers.

The physical changes didn't end at the superficial—the new concoction of chemicals that ran through his bloodstream was bewildering. He could feel his magic fluctuating, uncertain of how to conform to its vessel's new physicality and it was more than his clothing that was being pulled and pinched in different ways.

He tapped his fingers together in thought and smiled wryly.

Well, at least I now know why a female mage's powers seem to fluctuate so badly, he thought distantly and poked at the cloth across his chest. A flicker of thought and power let it out and his robes shifted on him before settling into a new configuration that made him nod.

His apprentice left, obviously frustrated and Medivh exited his hiding spot. He polished a silver dish that he had left in his room and expanded it into a full-body mirror.

He pulled down his hood and ran his fingers over a different facial structure and admired his new body.

Well, this is no worse than that time I turned myself into a penguin. At least I have all human characteristics this time. And I don't have half a laboratory to piece back together. Nor do I have to deal with the addition of an entirely new wing.

Medivh turned to view himself in profile and couldn't stop himself from laughing, and the sound of his new voice made him laugh even harder, until he was having trouble breathing. He sat down in a chair as he caught his breath and felt his lips curve up in a mischievous smile.

Morose won't even blink, and Cook will fret for a little before finding acceptance within her as well. It's not as if they can do otherwise, anyway.

He picked up the parchment he had written the spell on and waved his hand over it to reveal the writing before he took his quill in hand and tapped the feather against his fuller lips.

It was probably something miniscule. An inflection in a word, perhaps a gesture that was slightly off. Was I distracted by something?

Medivh went carefully over every word, wrote out the diacritics and phonetic pronunciation of each word, and made sure it matched with the meaning he had intended.

It must have worked in part, since Khadgar responded to the summons within minutes. True, it was meant to make him physically port to before me, so what could have gotten lost or changed to have this effect?

Medivh tapped the feather against the paper and pondered his previous thoughts.

"Master."

Medivh looked up when he heard Morose and quirked an eyebrow at the man. "Yes?"

"Will you be taking your meal here tonight?"

Medivh shrugged. "Maybe. Have it ready for me, and if I'm not down an hour after the meal was scheduled to start, bring it here; however, I don't foresee me not going down."

Morose nodded. "As the master wishes. Should I warn Cook?"

Medivh nodded absently as the memory niggled at the edge of his consciousness. "Yes, but mention nothing to my apprentice."

Morose bowed himself out, and left Medivh to his thoughts again.

I was thinking about Khadgar—naturally, since I would have to be focusing on him to bring him to me, at least the first time. What unintended thought could have slipped in?

Medivh frowned in deep thought before his face abruptly broke into a wicked smile.

What a thought to have! Have I actually begun to care about the boy? Have I begun to think of him as a member of my household? Has he become that much of a fixture?

It had been a frivolous thought, something that he would have unconsciously dismissed before it even made its way into his mind. It was amusing to Medivh on two levels—one, that Khadgar would ever have a girlfriend, and, two, that Medivh would be possessive enough to want to prevent that from ever happening.

The boy is already in the palm of my hand. What have I to fear from anyone or anything else?

Still, the notion of 'girlfriend' had briefly been adjunct to 'Khadgar', but with the intent, structure, and power of the spell, it hadn't changed Khadgar into a girl—although that would have been absolutely priceless—instead, the backlash of wavering focus and intent had hit Medivh, which resulted in Medivh being forced into a female form.

He smoothed out the cloth of his robe over his newly-acquired bosom and snickered quietly.

Then perhaps the manner with which to fix this is by banishing Khadgar from me.

As Medivh was beginning to pen the opposite spell, a thought snuck into his head:

Or perhaps keep the spell the way it is and think of Khadgar having a boyfriend instead.

Medivh blinked.

It was an intriguing notion. From what Medivh knew, the boy hadn't left anyone behind in Dalaran, and had never shown interest in anything other than his studies even then.

Medivh had thoroughly removed himself from romance. He could do without those entanglements, and it was safer for both his short and long-term plans to keep anyone from getting too close.

But, that didn't mean Khadgar was going to choose the same life, and Medivh, surprisingly, felt distantly bad if he forced it on the youth.

Medivh placed both parchment and quill down and crossed his arms as he thought.

Suppose Khadgar does take a girlfriend or boyfriend. What then?

The notion roused a strangely strong feeling of possessiveness and jealousy. Khadgar was his, was his apprentice, and no-one would distract him or take him away. Medivh simply didn't share, and the truly terrible thing was that he had already thought of five different ways of adding any hypothetical lovers to Karazhan's secrets.

It was more troubling than his changed form and left Medivh rubbing his fingers together in nervous contemplation.

The boy is destined to kill me. Why do I care about him enough to feel jealous?

Medivh shook his head and sighed softly. Let's just see about reversing this spell.

However, wearing a female's skin offered him too many opportunities for insight into a topic that he had believed would be entirely out of his reach. The reversal of the spell wouldn't be too difficult, so could be shelved.

"Master?"

"What?" Medivh replied, distracted, mapping out the paths of magic within him.

"You missed dinner."

His apprentice spoke carefully, obviously wary, and Medivh pulled out of himself and turned to face him before he gestured to a spot on a table that wasn't covered in his notes and books. "Put it there. I'll attend to it later."

Medivh caught Khadgar staring at him and was briefly puzzled before he laughed. "Oh, Light, you should see your face right now!"

"Master, are you—"

"A woman?" Medivh finished for him.

Khadgar nodded mutely and Medivh stood, walked around his chair, and stopped a few paces away from Khadgar, who was scrambling for his composure, a blush fading from his cheeks.

"I wouldn't have pinned you as going for older women," Medivh said slyly.

"Master, it's not—"

Medivh's face slowly pulled into a wicked smile. "You find me attractive."

"No! I'm just surprised," Khadgar replied huffily, although he looked everywhere but at Medivh.

"I don't blame you," Medivh said and looked down at his new body. "I think I make a rather fetching woman, too."

Khadgar muttered something about Medivh's opinion of himself that made Medivh chuckle darkly.

"Do you know how to undo it?" Khadgar asked, curiosity slowly winning over embarrassment.

Medivh nodded and took his dinner out of Khadgar's hands. "Of course I do, but this is too good an opportunity to pass up!"

"Opportunity?" Khadgar asked curiously as Medivh walked to his desk and placed the dinner down.

"Women use and harness magic differently from men. Their power fluctuates—sometimes quite drastically—and I theorized that it was tied to their physiology, but I'm certain that's the case now. Magic responds to their call differently, as they respond to it differently from how men intuit magic. Since most women don't take kindly to being used as research subjects, no man has really had the chance to fully explore the differences and similarities. Now I have that ability! Fascinating, don't you think?"

The look on Khadgar's face said he wasn't entirely convinced, but was capable of seeing Medivh's point.

"What about if you need to see people?"

The smile that formed on Medivh's face was borderline insane. "I'm planning on staying like this until I've completed all the research I want to do. I can't wait to see the look on Lothar and Llane's faces!" he cackled.

Medih saw Khadgar shake his head in resigned exasperation.

"Where's your sense of fun?" Medivh jibbed.

"I don't see the 'fun' in traumatizing your friends," Khadgar drawled, which made Medivh snicker.

"But the faces Lothar makes when I do something like this are priceless…"

"I'm surprised they're still your friends," Khadgar grumbled.

"It's my charm," Medivh said cheerfully before his voice and expression dropped into something more dangerous. "Or so I'd like to think. I know why they really keep me around." Medivh's smile was bitter and mocking. "It's easier to keep tabs on the most dangerous and powerful mage in existence when they're my friends."

Khadgar shifted on his feet and he murmured a quiet apology, which Medivh waved away.

"Since you're here and the warming spell on my food isn't going to dispel anytime soon, why don't you show me what you've been up to today?"