"Why, Dragons, Of Course." You look up at the dolt. He should have known. You brush your sandy hair out of your eyes and look back to your book. It is far more entertaining that he is. Maybe if you ignore him he will go away. You turn a page and read on.
"Well, if you fall into your book, don't blame me." He grins evilly and watches you with amusement in his dark gray eyes.
It is then that you realize you are changing. The book drops from your hands as you fall tot the floor.