012 - [Voice] / [Action]
[When Ron wakes up this morning, he vaguely remembers that he'd had his journal in his bed next to him. Reaching out for it with his eyes still closed, he wonders why he can't find it and moves to roll over.
FWUMP!
Unlike most times when he falls out of bed and jolts awake with an obscenity, this time it's a whine that leaves his lips. Shaking his head, he looks around, eyes wide as the world becomes visible in a disproportionate, skewed sort of way.]
Bloody hell, they've shrunk me! What the hell are they on that makes them think this kind of thing is funny?
[He turns to walk out of the room and find Harry or Neville... but he catches sight of something out of the corner of his eye. It's brown and furry and he turns again, trying to get a good look at it. He turns in circles for a while before, annoyed, he sits down, wondering what the hell that is stuck to his butt.
... but then he looks down and sees paws. And judging by the fact that he seems to be sitting on something uncomfortable, he surmises that he has a tail. And... and....
And now he notices his journal lying open on the floor, and he scrambles for it, getting tripped up by his legs now that he's actually thinking about how he's supposed to walk with four legs. He tries to turn the pages with his forepaws, but uh... yeah, no, that's not gonna work.]
Um... is anyone else... different today? Please please please tell me I'm not the only one! Please.
[And bloody hell, why is he so excitable?! Stupid terriers.]
[Later, he can be found carefully walking through the woods, headed for the lake. Because he's thirsty, and there's no way he's going to suffer the indignity of drinking out of a water bowl. He's got his pride, after all.
Feel free to stop him either at the lake or on the way there; he likely won't talk to play off like he's a normal dog, though it you irritate or surprise him... well, I make no promises.]
[OOC- I'll hit tags when I'm back from work later tonight!]