"Do you have it?" demanded Edward striding across the oriental carpet in the private conference room that he had reserved for the meeting.
"Of course, we have it, Edward. Do you have what you promised in exchange?" the one who was not Justin asked.
Edward glared, and he snapped his fingers. A large gold coin materialized in a flash between his fingers. He set it down on the oak table with a clink.
"My goodwill demonstrated," he said with his index finger planted on the coin. "Now demonstrate yours," he demanded, "Let's see the ring work, Harry."
The now identified Harry said, "Alright, Justin, it's show time. Put on the ring and encant."
Justin simply nodded. He was preparing the unspoken transformation spell buried within his DNA, readying himself for the transformation. He plucks you out of the pocket and slips you on his finger. It's weird as you slide securely over his knuckles to the base of his finger, you can feel the magic seething within him. It seems to flow like electricity through you.
"In canis corpore transmuto..." Justin uttered just before his body spasmed.
His muscles and joints began to make odd popping noises. The popping increased until it resembled the sound of popcorn popping in the microwave. Minor changes became major and more frequent. Each pop added a segment of bone to the tail now protruding from the waistband of Justin's cut-off jeans. His exposed legs had dwindled in diameter as their hairiness increased. Justin dropped to all fours, and the change in the length of his legs and arms was evident. He snarled as his muzzle thrust forward. You feel his finger shorten and become furry as his hand transforms into a dog's paw. He is having difficulty retaining you on his finger as he becomes a golden retriever.
"Marvelous transformation, but I must see that it is complete," Edward said stepping forward toward the canine Justin and whipping out a knife.
The sound of ripping fabric belies the fact that Edward's knife is slicing Justin's clothing off him. Half of Justin's shirt slides down his forepaw and the fabric obscures your view of things.
A few moments later, Justin steps out of the remains of his clothing and trots around the room. You clank every time you hit the exposed wood flooring when he leaves the carpet. Justin is now wearing a collar and a leash.
"See, Edward, a perfect transformation," Harry says. He seems nervous. This is taking too long.
"Yes, perfect," Edward says plucking the ring/you from Justin's paw. "But let's see if it's replicable on a non-lycanthrope?"
Justin barks and Harry gasps, "What?"
"Stay!" orders Edward.
A spark leaps from his pointing index finger. Justin raises a paw and stiffens. His golden coat of fur begins to darken as he stiffens. The golden retriever has been transformed into a bronze statue of its former self.
"Now let's see what happens when you use the ring, Harry," Edward said thrusting the ring into Harry's hands.
You can feel the sweat on Harry's hands as he fumbles to put you on his pudgy fingers. Amazingly you are a perfect fit.
"Now, Edward, I'm not sure..." stammers Harry.
"I'm sure. Now say the words, "In canis corpore..."," demanded Edward.
"In canis corpore transmuto..."