James’ stomach lurched, the feeling of the teleportation spell overwhelming his body. It was a familiar sensation, given how Elspeth had used something similar to get him out of Meredith’s shop. But it was familiar in the same way that someone who had gotten slapped in the face would be familiar with a second hand to the cheek: just because it had already been experienced didn’t mean it was any less bothersome upon happening again.
James felt his body had become resistant to movement, correctly assuming that the curse had already taken hold of him. He had no idea where he was or where Elspeth was..... wait, what was that last part?
James began to worry, soon realizing the old witch was nowhere near him. And while he normally would have found this to be a relief, in his current state it was incredibly problematic. If Elspeth didn’t find him and take him back to her house, he would be stuck this way for who knows how long. “Matter of fact,” James pondered, “what ‘way’ am I stuck?”
James tried to get a bearing on his surroundings, with the fogged up and icy window door in front of him telling him he was in a freezer in a store of some sort after a good amount of deduction and intuition on his part. The only question that remained in James’ head (aside of course from how he’d get out of this predicament) was what he had been transformed into? Firmly held in place, incapable of moving around so he could adjust his line of sight, he had no way of telling what was next to him or what his body looked like. What was worse, the low temperature of the freezer began to get to James, who was unable to even shiver for warmth.
In reality, James has been turned into a.....