Gabby and Croila couldn't understand why I refused to come to the Halloween Ball. I kept telling them I simply didn't want to go.
"Sometimes I think you want to be a cancelled stamp!" Gabby yelled at me.
I think Thelonia and some of the others suspected I had a secret.
And what a secret! When I realized Newt Scamander's "constructive criticism" on my essay was an invitation to come to him as Porpetina again, I nearly fell off of my chair. In truth, I had taken the Polyjuice Potion several times in the past few weeks. I'd locked the door on my room and walked around naked in her body for a few hours, feeling her curves and touching myself in other places. It was just that I felt very sexy in her flesh.
The days leading up to Saturday crept by so slow, it was killing me. Professor Bumher wanted me to read three thousand pages of a book called From Sadness to Badness by Evangeline Morndeth. But I had trouble focusing. All I could think about was Newt's four-poster bed and the things I wanted to do in it.
On Saturday afternoon, I was walking with Gabby across campus and we saw the buses of boys arrive. "Oooh!" said Gabby. "Let's play M.O.W. - Muggle Or Wizard?"
Like Bronxvitch and Slonimb, the Pincer College for Wizardry shared its school grounds with a non-magical school, Dullpoint, whose students were completely oblivious to the magic in their midst. The Ball was on Halloween so that we could dress as witches alongside the Muggle girls, who tended to come as a Sexy Vampiress, or Sexy Werewolf, or Sexy Girl-In-A-Black-Dress.
"Muggle," I said, nodding at a tall boy with a crew cut and a swagger, dressed as Frankenstein's Monster.
"Still cute, though."
"Gabby!"
"Okay, that one's definitely a Wizard." He was wearing a bright pink suit with a gigantic bow-tie.
"Muggle, Muggle, Wizard, Muggle, Wizard, Wizard..."
"Wow, look at that piece of meat!" Gabby pointed at a short but built guy in fashionable dress robes. "This can't wait till the Ball. I'm going to go scoop that up before someone else pounces."
She went off to flirt with him, and I started heading back to Hilzegaard House. I would have to wait until all of the girls had dressed and gone to the dance before I could change into Portpetina and sneak into Chesterhome.
As I was going home, from across the campus mall, I saw Newt walking. And I was about to wave at him when he ducked into one of the Muggle dorms - Terdley Slonimb. "That's really weird," I said to myself.
Back in Hilzegaard House, I stayed in my room reading. But in the common room, I could hear Gabby helping Croila expand her dress robes. She had become even more obese from her Engorgement experimentations, and she complained that nothing she owned fit.
Through my walls, I also heard Sarah Jane and Thelonia getting ready in the next room. "God, there's stains on this one, too!" Sarah Jane yelled. "All my clothes are ruined! That Nutrisore is destroying my life!"
I rolled my eyes and stared at the clock. Couldn't they hurry up and get away to the stupid Ball?
"Where's my black gown? I know that one was clean!"
I felt a little guilty, as I had not returned or repaired the dress I had borrowed from her. I took it out of my closet and whispered "Reparo!"
Finally I heard the lift close and there were no more voices in the common room. I poured myself a goblet of Polyjuice Potion and disrobed, experiencing the usual nauseating effects of the tonic. I watched myself naked in the mirror as my hair changed to white, my legs lengthened, and my chest began to take up more of the room. I struck a few poses in Porpetina's body and then put on Sarah Jane's floor-length black dress. I felt there was no need for undergarments, as the dress wouldn't need to stay on for long.
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Fantastic Breasts & Where To Find Them
FanfictionAKA Newt Scamander and the Bronxvitch School of Witchcraft (A Harry Potter - Fantastic Beasts - Potterverse story) In 1922, Newt Scamander arrives at the Bronxvitch School of Witchcraft in New York as a visiting scholar. However, he is distracted fr...