Emily paused for a moment, held her breath, and closed her eyes, hoping beyond hope to feel something different. A tingle would be nice. But no, she wouldn't be that lucky. I guess mystical werewolf flowers didn't work like dandruff shampoo, she thought to herself.
"Ok... hey I'm ready! Oh, now look who's holding up the show! This isn't the time to meditate, let's go silly!" Cara impatiently called out from next to the apartment door.
"Alright, alright, hold your horses."
Emily mentally pushed aside her disappointment and met Cara at the door. She was just going to have to wait and see. Her mind tumbled with thoughts... What if the flower was used up? Even worse, how long before her normally impeccably manicured roommate who rarely had a hair out of place started to have a little more than just one hair out of place? Cara inwardly laughed a bit at the thought despite herself. She and Cara were the best of friends, though, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy for her predicament, even though Emily herself would have killed for it to be her. Or at least have gone to some creepy shop and buy a flower for fifty bucks. She needed some time to stop and formulate a plan but now wasn't it.
"Ugh. Hey you're driving... These jeans are itching me so bad I don't know if I could concentrate on the road!"
Cara already had on her jacket and was rubbing a thigh with a definite look of annoyance. Emily jealously wondered how things were progressing under her roommate's pants. She was going to have to keep a close eye on both Cara and herself to spot any new changes.
As they both walked out the door, Emily silently prayed to whoever would listen for Cara's changes to slow down and for her's to at least start. As soon as she finished the thought, though, Cara suddenly turned to her with her a huge smile and Emily felt a lump in her throat."
"Oh I almost forgot! It's your turn to buy dinner. You owe me, remember roommie?" She gave Emily a playful shove.
Obviously unbeknownst to Cara, her canine teeth were now ever so slightly longer and sharper - almost imperceptibly so, except to the watchful, knowing eye of Emily.
"Um, yeah, you got that right..."