Doherty Manor
Evening

Clearly, Ventus Shang was doing more in the UK then he let on. Casey felt it impertinent to find out what, exactly. And there were certain places were such information could be gathered. However, a middle year student from Hogwarts was not welcome to poke around in most of these places. Except for one, the place where an Aidan Cuween worked. Mr. Cuween gathered information on the shady side of life. Given the apparent extent of Mr. Shang’s experiments, he must be creating quite the buzz in the community.

The one snag was that Mr. Cuween worked at a nightclub, Spellpunk or whatever it was. Getting in wasn’t the hard part, even if Casey was several months away from the age minimum. Rather, Casey didn’t want to parade around that he was stooping so low as to find out dirt on a necromancer. Or that he associated himself with these frivolous nightclub things. He almost considered having Dingy contact the man, but that could lead to disagreement or other problems with an elf popping about in a nightclub.

Absentmindedly, Casey fiddled with the chain of his amulet. Then he registered the importance of the trinket. There was one way he could enter the joint without anybody knowing who he was…

“Dingy!” he called, the elf appearing dutifully.

“Yes, Master Casey?” squeaked the elf.

“Fetch the red wig.” Casey hadn’t used this disguise in ages. However, his recent discovery at the start of the summer told him the disguise would be more realistic. He frowned when the elf was still here, rooted to the spot.

“That was an order, Dingy,” Casey said.

The elf trembled. “Master Casey, the red wig, erm, Mistress Brona was using it in one of mistress’s tea parties, and she got frustrated and cut it to scraps.”

Casey rolled his eyes. His cousins always loved to mess with his things. “Then find some other wig, different than my current hair color, and quickly…”

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Casey scrutinized the reflection in the mirror, a visage called Hexy[1]. Without the enchanted amulet his body had adopted a more feminine form, curves included. Dingy had supplied him with a brown wig, hair down to his shoulders, plus shirt and pants very informal compared to his usual suits. The teenager type clothing. Jeans and a t-shirt with a light unzipped pullover for warmth in the rapidly cooling summer night. He was not about to try wearing a skirt.

“This chin is much too pointy,” Hexy said in Casey’s voice, tapping it. One of several minute differences between the male and female forms. “And this brown hair. This isn’t like her at all.”

He had liked the touch the red hair had. It made him think of the long strawberry blonde hair from the young Casey. The Casey before the Changeover. He sighed. The disguise did its job at least. No one looking at this ‘girl’ would ever suspect it was a shrimpy Slytherin boy.

“I suppose it will have to do,” Casey said. He paused, and then repeated that in a more effeminate voice. Hexy’s voice. “I suppose it will have to do. Come, Dingy, off to Diagon Alley. I’ll call for you when I want to return, otherwise come back home and cover for me.”

Dingy nodded, although still worried. Master was not being himself…but the elf was bound to follow orders.

And so Hexy left to prowl the night…

1.	Hexy Level: Green