From James' vantage point, on a shelf at the side of the store, all he could do was listen to the drama playing out between Gemma and Meredith while silently willing the former to shut up and leave while she still could. He knew first hand how dangerous the power of Meredith's magic could be.
He had been transported to his current home stuck in the exact pose he had been resting in when Nicola's corrupted wish had hit him as he was sneaking around the attic, resting on one knee with his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. He can't have been more than a few inches tall now and was made of a grey solid material that must have been stone. Somehow his senses were all still fully functioning, but any kind of movement was impossible and his attempts to mentally wish for his situation to change had come to nothing. Someone else was going to have to fix this for him somehow.
"Well, come on then. Let's see your magic" Gemma continued to taunt Meredith, for reasons that completely eluded James "or perhaps you are just a fraud fleecing gullible customers for extortionate amounts of money? I couldn't sit by and let that happen"
"Very well, I shall indulge you with a demonstration" Meredith sounded calm but menacing at the same time "since you are so keen to be an amphibian and decorate my office I think I have the perfect solution. Though I see you more as a toad than a frog"
"Whatever you say" Gemma yawned.
"Indeed" Meredith responded.
There were a few moments of silence before James heard Meredith walk towards the counter.
"There, happy now?"
There was no response from Gemma.
"Good, I doubt I'll get £750 for you, but if I can't sell you for a decent price I'm sure we can come to some other arrangement"
James then heard the footsteps move toward him and Meredith's giant hands placed something in front of him. It was a statue, roughly his size, of an ugly, warty toad. Poor Gemma! she had kind of asked for this, but still.
"James, meet Gemma. Gemma, meet James" Meredith mocked, clearly unaware the two were aquainted. James figured that Gemma must be as conscious as he was and, with that being the case, her only choice was to sit and stare directly, unblinkingly at his cock and balls while he looked down on her humiliating new form. This was beyond awkward. He really needed Nicola to pull through for them both now.