Granny frowns at Teddy's first step back, tutting in disappointment before dropping the album on the floor as it's no longer of use to her. Strangely, her black robes seem to billow out around her and her features begin to melt, then sharpen- the skin going taut, her nose elongating to a point, her eyes going yellow. Suddenly, her mouth can't quite keep closed for all the long, sharp teeth in it, and her hands and feet have grown into spindly clawed things. The robe itself flutters and reshapes into hundreds of thick black feathers- and Granny is definitely no longer a Granny.
With an angry, hawk-like screech, she leaps at Teddy, the talons of her feet angled for his shoulders and drool flying out of her mouth.