Start to feel wrong? The whole thing felt wrong. It didn't have feathers. Or fur. Or claws. Jon would totally take claws right now. Especially since the magically inert ladle he was using to stir the potion wasn't feeling incredibly inert at the moment. In fact, it was getting really, really warm.
"Ow-fuck!" Jon jerked his hand away. A second later, a small mushroom cloud burped out of the cauldron. Jon took another step back, "We should prob-" Another cloud interrupted him, larger this time, and he watched as the ladle shot straight up in the air, embedding itself into the ceiling. Well, that didn't bode well.