The truth was that good cigarettes couldn't be transfigured, anyway, no matter how good the Wizard was at transfiguration. Besides, Gerard was smoking crappy manufactured Muggle things, and Adam was in a phase where he was snottily rolling his own. He turned his head and looked up at Gerard, eyeing him. "I don't know," Adam said. "The last time someone subbed for one of my classes, I ended up with ... extra appendages." He cast a glance toward Maja, since she was new, didn't know about his run-in with Patrick Stumph's Epic Douchebaggy Antlers, and the less people who knew, the better. "You wouldn't hex me, would you Gerard?" Adam asked.
He grinned at Gerard. "Anything, though? Really?" He turned his head so that he was looking at Maja. "You heard him say anything, right?"