"What the fuck?" said the turnip and Darcy and Tory burst into hysterics. "I fucking love you, Geraldine," Tory snorted, clutching her side as Seth's tiny turnip eyes wheeled towards her. He looked down at himself and saw my illusion, his pouty turnip lips cracking into a grin. "Nice magic, Grus. Doesn't rival an Heir's though." He threw out a hand and I wailed as his magic fell over me, expecting an attack, but instead the trickling coolness of an illusion ran over my flesh. Darcy laughed harder and the sound was music to my ears as I looked down to find the cheeky chihuahua had turned me
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