The school for good and evil

In a flash, Sophie ripped out the cork and chugged the potion in one gulp. A bitter, acid taste exploded through her and she grabbed her throat in shock, hearing the vial shatter against the floor. She could hear Agatha scream for her. The skin over her face stretched tight, like a warm putty, remolding itself over her bones, and her hair turned coarser, slurping back into her head. As the rancid potion flooded her chest, Sophie felt her whole body inflate like a cement-packed balloon, shoulders straining against her girl's uniform, shredding its seams. Her fore arms bulged with tight blue veins; her feet