[ OOM: Ron, Harry and cat!Draco all go to bed, but one of them wakes up in a
different form... ]
Draco, once a haughty Siamese, but now completely human, tumbles into the main Bar area from the door to the rooms above, sending short paranoid glances over his shoulder. He vaults a table, scattering glasses, and whirls around to crouch behind it. He reaches for his wand.
Which isn't in his pocket.
Because he is absolutely bare-arse naked.
Pink tinging his pale cheeks, Draco goes to cover himself and turns to the cluster of people who have watched his movements. He speaks, his first words in weeks:
"Er, any of you have some clothes, then?"
[ ooc: may be slow. feel free to interact in any way possible but don't give him clothes, since Meg'll tutu him. ]