Henrietta and the Transform of Muscle
Copyright© 2011 by Jim Priest
Chapter 2: E=MC squared
How could such a thing happen? Books had always been more important than boys. Her mind in turmoil, Henrietta stopped running and lent panting, clutching a tree, her head hung in shame. A footfall makes her jump but its only Lunar Moon Landing Module. “The pixies say that those boys are going to have their wicked way with Jill. Are we just going to leave her then?” she asks in musical Irish accent.
Jill’s cries for help chill her. “No of course not, but we need a plan” She replied. “The leprechauns say we can fight them” LM puts up her fists and punches the air twice with blows that wouldn’t harm a paper bag. The sight of the usually passive girl brings a smile to her face. “We can’t fight four boys. Especially not Ugg” the mention of his name brought back visions of those huge rippling shiny muscles.
“What about an illusion? You know, a knaflewaite or some such” LM interrupted Henrietta’s daydream. “Maybe. But would it fool Ugg? With his low IQ he would probably try to stand his ground and fight it” she said. “We could turn them into rats” LM offered. “Have you forgotten Penelope Pipwright?” Henrietta asked. “Oh that was nasty. It took several weeks to scrape her all off the walls” LM replied. Bodily transformation spells were extremely dangerous and students were given dire warnings against their use without supervision by a teacher. “Magic cannot break the laws of nature. In this case the conversation of energy. E = MC squared. You can’t create or destroy mass without an expenditure of energy” Henrietta lectured LM.
Nevertheless every year would see the hospital wing with boys who had tried penis enlargement spells and vain girls who tried to magic their breasts bigger. Penelope Pipwright was a shy nervous girl who was teased mercilessly about being fat. One day she tried to magic herself slim with explosively gruesome results.
Henrietta began to get excited. “Of course if we were to augment the spell with a bit of energy transference then it might work. The spell would be tricky but I’m sure we can handle it”. “Oh, right then” said LM blankly. “Er, perhaps it’s best if I did the spell. You go get Jill while I keep them occupied”
Damien was having problems undoing Jill’s bra when he heard Henrietta’s voice. “Damien!” she shouted. “Oh great a flipping audience” he sighed. He got to his feet and saw the tousled hair young witch point her wand at him. Shit where did I leave my wand, he panicked. “transferre vis transformatio muscle” Henrietta shouted with a flick of her wand. Damien ducked waiting for the explosion but nothing happened. Cautiously he looked up. Whatever it was that the sludgeblood had planned had gone wrong. Grinning he approached the silly impure girl.
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