Blake’s new form, whatever it was, felt rather sloshy and fluid. A bit warm, too. The mage figured that his potion transformed him into some kind of liquid…but what, exactly?

Though liquids were usually not sentient and lacked human senses, Blake somehow retained consciousness within his current prison. It felt like he was wholly contained in a cup, with a lid on top that enclosed him in darkness. Soon, this lid was removed - and the transmogrified mage was able to see a woman he recognized. Blonde hair, beige blouse, dark blue pencil skirt…this was Blake’s astronomy teacher, Ms. Stella Moonbeam!

“Nothing like a hot cup of coffee to perk me up in the morning!” Ms. Moonbeam said to nobody in particular before starting to move the cup toward her parting lips.

If Blake still had blood, it would have run cold - he was the coffee in Ms. Moonbeam’s cup! Without a mouth, his only way to communicate with the woman about to drink him would be telepathy. Concentrating his willpower, the mage psychically cried out:

“Ms. Moonbeam, help! I’m your coffee! Please don’t drink me!!”