Slowly he removed his hand from the boys neck and there was a collective sound of sighs of relief. He looked at his offending hand, the claws there began to recede, and his sickly body he was in began to morph in front of them and his eyes. He didn’t so much as see but felt as hair sprouted and grew quickly and his nose protruded from his skull as it wasn’t there moments before. The change was uncomfortable but not painful, it felt a bit like he swallowed a vile of polyjuice potion.