can't morph your heart to a stone (open)

"Jovian..."

Ptolemy had been up early and was in a mischievous mood. Having stolen Jovian Medina's photograph of his fiancée, he'd studied it for a while, managed to get his hair the right shade as Hazel Cartwright's, and believed he'd perfected her features as much as she possibly could. Now he was tapping Medina's shoulder until he woke up. He was now staring at him.

"I've changed my mind. I just want all your babies."

"Your eyes are still blue."

"Oh, bugger." The Hazel-Ptolemy hybrid started morphing in and out of shape. At last he went back to his regular form, and retreated to the common room once Medina had fallen asleep again. Still, he thought that it could be useful to morph into one of the Cartwrights: Hazel in particular. She seemed the most problematic.

He sat in the common room, looking here and there for a teapot. Honestly, this place. Why did it never have what he required?!

Pandora was sitting on the couch in the shadows of the common room she watched Ptolemy in silence before waving her wand and making a tea kettle appear, "You're like an open book." Having known Ptolemy long enough, she knew what he needed and how to help him. She stretched out and looked over at him, "You just gotta work on the eye color."

@Ptolemy Rowle

He smiled sleepily at Pandora Carrow. What a treasure: she knew exactly what he liked.

"You saw that, did you?" he asked, thinking that some of Hazel Cartwright's features could've still been apparent when he'd entered. Looking across at his reflection in a glass cabinet, however, he saw that he was back to normal now. "Jovian was dissatisfied as well. He said the same thing."

Ptolemy smirked as he tapped the kettle and brewed some tea for them.

"I didn't know he paid that much attention to her, to know the colour of her eyes..."

The boy was hard to read. Did he want Hazel, or not?

@Pandora Carrow

"I wouldn't think he would either. Now if you got the bra size wrong, I can see him noticing that. It's kind of sweet he realized something so small. I doubt half the guys I've slept with know what color my eyes are." She then quickly closed her eyes, "Quick. What color are they?" She asked, trying to get him to cheer up a bit.

@Ptolemy Rowle

"Are we really describing Jovian Medina as sweet? That's disgusting."

Laughing, he started pouring the tea out into cups and pushed hers over to her. When he looked up at her and licked the residue off his fingers, her eyes were closed tightly shut.

Ptolemy smirked.

"Take a peek and see."

He changed his eye colour to hers - although it was slightly lighter and more sparkly than her natural eyes.

@Pandora Carrow

"Yeah you're right. Jovian is kinda.... Alot." She said, not being able to think of another word to describe Medina. Pandora watched him serve the tea and smirked to herself. She laughed when he mimicked her eye color, "Very good. Look at you learning and making improvements." She leaned back and sipped her tea, "So why are you trying to impersonate Hazel? Secretly wanna sleep with Medina?"

@Ptolemy Rowle

"Har har."

He sipped his tea as well, eyeing her over his cup.

"That's where you're quite short-sighted, Pandora. You can't see the potential of being to change into someone like Hazel Cartwright. I'm going to use it to sully her reputation, of course. Why else?"

@Pandora Carrow

Pandora made herself her own cup of tea as she listened to him. Now he had her attention, "Alright then. Go on. How are you gonna ruin her?" She was curious as to if he actually had a plan or not. Was he gonna embarrass her by pretending to be her and doing some stupid shit? Maybe kill someone and frame her for murder? The possibilities were endless.

@Ptolemy Rowle