Theodore looked immensely satisfied, and it sat strangely on his now feminine features, which he felt entirely uncomfortable in. He didn't know what it was he expected her to do about it -- at first, he'd considered Mungos; they had mind healers there, and if he was delusional, they could surely help. If it was a terrible dream, he thought too that including another person might help him wake up. However, if this was real, if he'd been turned into a girl somehow, he didn't know how to fix it. They could go to Mungos, still, but that would involve leaving the house looking like... like this. He wasn't sure he had the fortitude to manage it.
"It's me," he finally said, reluctant to admit that it was actually him. A grimace made obvious his displeasure at the idea of examining himself. They were still his parts, girl shaped or not, but it felt remarkably indecent to think about them, much less turn them into a discussion. "And don't talk about my -- my wand." He refused to acknowledge the slag thing. As far as he was concerned, that comment was being purged from his memory.