"I want one potion that comes with a strawberry flavour and no pain," he said, chuckling as best as he could. "That should be the priority for our research department after this crisis. Forget the vault, just give us potions that taste like cake."
He knew that the polyjuice idea was impossible to sustain. "Right, you sound all nice and caring and then you squash my dreams," he said, but there was no heat to his words, just the hint of a pout, because he knew that she was right.
"Masochist and sadist," he said,trying not to laugh, because he knew that it would hurt. "All right, I can deal with the pain if it means that the scars are gone. I honestly thought that I'd have to wear some mask so people wouldn't feel disgusted looking at me."
He frowned. "Is that how it started? In my time there were a few people who had done a complete sex change. Not many mind you, but it was still less than accepted. The fact that I wore women's clothes wasn't that accepted either, but I figured-" It was best to still be a man. His family needed the heir, but now- did it really matter anymore? "I might have to think about this. Give me a few days and I'll let you know."