Written in the Stars

I stared blankly into the mirror, a frown painted on my face as I tilted my head to the side, “Huh.”

“Hanna,” Sherlock’s voice echoed out of our room and around the corner where I stood in the bathroom. “Something is wrong.”

“I know,” I said, not looking at him as he walked in. “I see it.” I shook my head, and sighed. One finger reaching up to brush along the edge of the white cat ears on top of my head. They were warm and soft, my finger tickled them and I felt them twitch. I had cat ears now, apparently. That wasn’t weird at all.

“Oh good it’s not just me,” I turned to see Sherlock standing in the doorway. He was also sporting a new set of animal ears. His were long and droopy. They were light grey and very, very fuzzy.

I frowned looking at them, “Dog?”

“Rabbit,” he said. “Teddywidder if I had to guess.”

“Ah.”

“Why do we have animal ears?”

“Well,” I gave him a thoughtful frown, “remember yesterday when you destroyed that shaman’s livelihood just for the hell of it and he cursed us?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“You tell me Bunny Boy.”