The Spell That Revealed His Love
Paul started getting worried when Andrew stopped answering his messages. After a few hours, he decided to check on his friend and see if he had managed to find a solution to the whole mess. He had. Or, at least, he had found something that looked like one. Paul knocked on the bedroom door. — Andrew? You okay? — Just come in! Paul opened the door and immediately stopped. For a few seconds, he was so surprised that he completely forgot what he had intended to say. Andrew was lying face-down on the bed, flipping through a huge spellbook. The problem was that Andrew didn't exactly look like Andrew anymore. The spell had completely transformed his body, and apparently every attempt to recover some trace of his old appearance only made things worse. At that moment, he was wearing a white satin outfit that definitely hadn't been his choice. Andrew looked up from the book. — Before you say anything: I know. Paul blinked. — I didn't say anything. — Your face did. Paul tried to compo...