I walk down the corridor. Footsteps behind be catch my attention, "Hey, wait up."
I turn around to him, "Oh, hello again," I turn back around.
He catches up with me, panting a little. "How come you didn't freak out when you turned into a weasle?"
"Yeah, 'cause that doesn't happen to me often," I mutter under my breath.
He looks at me, his eyes widening, "Tha- You've changed before?"
"Into a weasle? Nah, not me. I've turned into a dungbettle before... that wasn't my best day..."
"How? Are you a shapeshifter?"
"A shapeshifter?" I laugh. "No, not me, shapeshifter," I shake my head in amusment.
"I can 'borrow' other peoples' powers. It can be messy sometimes..."
"You mean like when you.... um... blew up?"
"I didn't 'blow up,' I caused an explotion, they're different things."
"Yeah, I'm Ash by the way." I smile.
"How adpt. I'm Grif."
"Hello, Grif," I hold out my hand.