Drink the potion, they said. It’ll help your headache, they said. Funnily enough, being swamped in fur and sparkles has not done much to help my headache. It’s hard, being a teacher. Oh, it’ll wear off in an hour or two, I know, and at least the fluff is soft. It’s a harmless joke and on any other day, I would likely have laughed too. But my head is too moody for that today.
Several students are on hand to bag up my fur when it moults, to see if it has any use. But for the rest of the school day I must sweat in my new coat, and wonder how in the world mammals cope like this. I much prefer my shining scales and graceful lines to this… heap!