Draco had fallen to his knees and Theo took back what he had thought earlier about Draco showing no emotion. Right now Draco was in fits, laughing at Theo’s new form. He was hyper fixated on one goal which sat ostentatiously on Draco's pointer finger. Theo leapt onto his friend's hand and tugged the little signet ring from his long finger. Draco shrieked with mirth and tried to fight him off but Theo was quick now. He took the ring and slipped it into his new pouch, convenient to store an array of things,  he thought gleefully. He turned to where he knew his bond waited and was surprised to see that in this new body, he could see her, or at least he could see a version of her. Almost like a ghost, she was slightly translucent as she stood towering above him, about two hundred times the size of his new body. He waddled up to the mirror and looked at his reflection with trepidation.