“Absolutely,” she muttered. Like she wanted anyone else to know they’d accidentally dyed their hair blue.

Never mind that they’d done it with magic. Nobody needed to know that either.

“Are you /sure/ you read that shapeshifting spell right? Let me see that book.” Summer grabbed it from Merlin, running her finger down the lines. She flicked her gaze up to glare at him. “And stop snickering, at least if you shave your head people won’t look at you funny. If we can’t /fix/ this I’ll have to wear a wimple for months.”

Looking back down the page, she mouthed the words to herself. “No, look, here, this is what went wrong. Try it again.”