Mac, having finally reattaining his own form, had spent the two whole days in the sunniest spot in the quad as a big scaly crocodile. He didn't care that he was missing classes, and would probably get detention or some other form of punishment. After a day as a seahorse--of all things--Mac has been absolutely loathing whoever did this. It was wrong on so many levels, he didn't even want to think about it.
Most of the students that milled about always kept their distance, so Mac was genuinely surprised when his senses picked up a Faie scent nearing him. What was truly amazing was how she could miss seeing him there, and therefore kicking him in the his side. Mac tried to ignore her, he was in a much too happy mood to care if someone was blind. But when she muttered the word 'log', Mac let out a growl loud enough, he thought, to make her leave.