Beatrix
Beatrix furrowed her brow, watching as he shifted into a... goose. He floundered around on the ground, and she moved forwards and debated briefly with herself, as to whether she should pick the goose that was her brother up and make a run for the academy with him.
She didn't know for certain if he'd keep his goose form, though, and that might get awkward and weird... Taking a breath she hoped this wouldn't get any weirder than it already was, as she moved to try and scoop the writhing goose up.
If successful, she'd hold him against her chest and start at a brisk walk towards the Academy, certainly earning strange looks from people going about their day.
She didn't know for certain if he'd keep his goose form, though, and that might get awkward and weird... Taking a breath she hoped this wouldn't get any weirder than it already was, as she moved to try and scoop the writhing goose up.
If successful, she'd hold him against her chest and start at a brisk walk towards the Academy, certainly earning strange looks from people going about their day.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
