In the Slytherin boys' dormitory, Jerry stood before the mirror in his room, carefully examining the changes in his eyes. Compared with last night, the terrifying light in them had faded considerably, and they looked far less frightening.
"What a pain!" Jerry frowned and muttered under his breath. Deep down, he felt no aversion to this strange new power, but if it slipped beyond his control, that would be another matter entirely.
Controlled, it was strength; uncontrolled, weakness; without control, chaos.
"I'll just have to find something to cover them for now!" Jerry rummaged through his desk drawer and finally picked up the Spectrespecs he had bought with Hermione at Dervish and Banges in Hogsmeade.
A bit ridiculous! Jerry thought as he looked at himself wearing the Spectrespecs in the mirror.
Jerry had barely entered the Hogwarts Great Hall from the adjoining corridor when he bumped into Malfoy and his two cronies.
"Jerry?" Malfoy rubbed his eyes, then stared strangely at the glasses on Jerry's face.
Don't laugh! Whatever you do, don't laugh! Malfoy pinched his thigh hard, warning himself over and over that if Jerry caught him laughing at him, he would be in for a world of pain!
"You uncultured idiot, haven't you ever seen Spectrespecs?" Jerry snapped irritably. There was no way the three of them could hide their little antics from him.
He pushed past them and headed straight for the long table, waiting for the house-elves to bring breakfast.
In fact, Malfoy and his cronies were not the only ones who noticed Jerry's appearance that day. Many students in the Great Hall did too. Until now, their impression of Jerry had been of someone neatly dressed and distinguished, whose every movement exuded nobility and elegance.
But today's Jerry was quite a contrast!
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