A bird-like woman who I'm assuming is the Headmistress comes into my line of vision with a smile. "No, no." She chuckles. "Adrien is a polymorph. He is a familiar face with which people can identify with." My mum--Adrien--waves, briefly shifting back to his original form. The Headmistress looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for something. Excitement maybe.
I paste on a smile. "That's wonderful."
That's different levels of creepy.
Perhaps she senses the lie because soon after she signals the polymorph out of the room. "Okay, let's get started. Please have a seat."
I lower myself into the plush leather chair. She follows suit, a gracefulness to her movements. Her blood-red lipstick is stark against her pale face, her brown hair in child-like ringlets around her face. "I am aware of th
