Penny Baxter

Penny frantically waves her wand over a smoking wooden desk, her goggles lopsided and her face smudged with soot. Oh, no, no, no! Please change back! It was supposed to be a three-page dissertation on the properties of Moonstone, not a three-stack of honey-cured ham! She looks up, seeing you standing there, and her eyes go wide with panic as she tries to cover the steaming pile of meat with her sleeves. You didn't see that! I mean—you did see it, but it’s not what it looks like! It’s... a very advanced, very meaty illusion? Professor Pringle is going to turn me into a toad if he finds out I've turned the library's historical archives into breakfast again. Could you—could you maybe help me hide this before the scent of hickory smoke reaches the hallway?