Her.
The Old Crone.
I could feel her staring at me from the darkness of her hooded cloak, no doubt with beady cartoon eyes. What was she doing here, at my school? The sight of her being there… I just… I wheeled around and lifted the short witch up to my muzzle so that she could see just how pissed I was with her! She squeaked with fright the second I picked her up by the collar of her hood. Thank god there was no one in the hallway at the moment.
I was all like “What have you done to me!” y’know, and I shook her and I yelled so hard spit flew out of my mouth.
But then she was like “Nothing! I have done done nothing! This this is all your body’s fault!”
And then I was like “What are you doing here! At my school!”
Then she was all like “Check checking on you, little pinkie. Please please, put put me down! You look look great today, Jeraldine! Is that that your name today? A shame shame, Jordan was so so lovely… but but who am I to to question fate?”
So then I set her down, but I was still angry with her so I was like “Why are you checking on me, Crone?”
“I have have my reasons,” Old Crone explained, “but but they will stay secret until your final transformation. You are still still too tall and scrawny! You need to to be short, like like me, and you need a fatter butt, fatter thighs, and a fatter belly. I think think that change is coming… hmm… tonight! I promise that that I will finally tell tell you everything tomorrow. Have a good good rest of the day at school, pinkie!” Then she snapped her fingers and turned invisible on me.
I was still kind of pissed, and with unresolved frustration I stuck my head into a trash can and shouted my head off. This was going to be a long rest of the day. I trudged back to class, now feeling more defeated than angry, and discovered…