AN: Another short chapter, this one is Mildred turning into a frog. Again a lot of original dialogue and scenery.
Chapter 3
When Mildred finally stirred, potions was well under way and she was well and truly late. A strong stream of sunlight poured like liquid gold through the still open window, causing shadows, and a few bats, to scuttle to the corners of the room in fear of its power.
Blinking blearily Mildred felt the warmth caressing her skin, finding it both pleasant and uncomfortable at the same time. Then she witnessed the most peculiar sight of her life. Before her sat a giant tabby cat that was slightly stretched out of proportion around the edges, like in a mirror at one of the fairgrounds she had visited as a child.
'hallo, Tabby. What's happening here?' she mused, her groggy brain slowly firing up as she did so,
"What's going on Tabbs? Oh?" she stopped, shocked by the high pitched sound that had emitted from her mouth,
"What's happened to my voice," she thought back and found it reminded her strongly of the time she had managed to concoct a voice changing potion correctly, making her wonder if she had been mixing potions in her sleep again.
It sounded, "utterly absurd" as Miss Hardbroom had put it when she had tried to explain, but it had happened once before when she had been stressed about a potions practical, only then she had woken up in the lab to find herself sitting at her desk with an angrily hissing cauldron, in competition with an angrily hissing Miss Hardbroom.
That was not a pleasant memory, and she blocked it from her mind.
The giant cat mewed and leapt from the bed, landing on the floor with a soft thump and padding over to the corner to hide,
"Tabby don't be," she stopped, 'am I ill?' she questioned herself, ' goodness I've never felt like this before,' she glanced rapidly around the room, trying to reassure herself that she was actually awake, and not in fact dozing off in potions. No she defiantly was awake; yet she felt peculiar. Not ill but not quite right either.
She went to move and found herself flying through the air to land further along her mattress, 'WAHHH, Cricky! Where did I learn to jump like this?' By now she was entertaining the idea that she had finally lost what remained of her sanity. Mustering every rational grey cell in her brain to action she tried to come up with a logical thing to do.
'Better take a look at myself.' She decided firmly, turning to face the low dresser next to the door and launching herself onto it, landing with a slight splat.
Clambering across the wooden surface she gazed into the surface of the small, well currently large, guilt mirror there. What she saw made her gasp in a mixture of horror and delight.
She saw a beautiful lime green frog looking back at her, with big black eyes and a cream underside,
'Huh? goodness! That's not me is it?'
The other frog blinked. "Are you me?" she croaked in her squeaky voice.
The other frog moved in sync as she moved closer to the polished surface, 'uh, this is awful,' she thought, knowing that this was an understatement if ever there was one.
Dropping to the floor with a gentle plop she decided she needed to get help, she would cross the bridge of how later, when she came to it.
Tabby mewed from atop the bed, confused and bemused by what it had seen.
'It's great being able to jump so far,' she commented as she began to hop out of the slightly open doorway, 'not sure about the short arms, and knees bent in the wrong direction though.'