"Your transformation," Miss Trill added, her tone just as direct.
Transformation? What the hell were they talking about?
"T-Transformation into what?" I stammered, my confusion evident.
"Oh, you silly thing," Miss Titania chuckled softly, a hint of condescension in her smile. "Leon told you to come here, didn't he? He asked us to help you."
"B-But..." I fumbled for words, still unsure what any of this meant.
"Don't worry, Ella," a familiar voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and firm. I spun around to find Mr. Leon standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. "It's not like we're going to hurt you or anything. We're just going to turn you into what you came here to be."
"I..." My gaze dropped, my hands gripping the edge of my skirt. I couldn't control the trembling in my fingers.
"That's quite ungraceful," Professor Gabrielle's voice snapped like a whip. "Stop fiddling with your skirt like that."
