Becca plants the Pendant and gets a Rude Awakening

When Becca entered homeroom, she did not see Mary, but she did see her backpack. It was an austere leather courier bag that Mary carried with her everywhere. It was a perfect place to hide the charm. Becca glanced around to make sure she wasn't being watched and then snuck over to Mary's desk. She held up the pendant and watched it flicker in the light before slipping it into one of the side pockets.

"There you go, Mary. That should give you a little relief."

"Looking for something?"

Becca whirled around and yelped as she came face to face with a rather tall, imposing figure. The person stood a good few inches above her, and their body, while not muscular, seemed substantial. Becca's eyes adjusted and she gasped as she realized who it was.

"Oh, hi Mary? You look...different!"

Mary cock her head to the side and glanced between Becca and her bag. Her face seemed sharper, the usual roundness stretched out and refined.

"Why were you messing with my bag?"

Mary talked in a strange tone. It was high pitch and squeaky, but not in the same manner as Mary's old mousy voice. Instead, it sounded like she was trying to sound high pitch. Her voice cracked every few words.

"Your bag? Oh, I wasn't doing anything to your bag. I was just checking the brand. I think I might get one myself!"

Mary rolled her eyes, "yeah right."

"Hey, Mary. Are you feeling alright? You seem...different."

"You keep saying that," Mary turned away from Becca.

"You do! You look different, you're acting all weird. What's up?"

Becca rested a hand on her friend's back and gasped at the wiry muscle she felt beneath the fabric. Mary felt so dense now. She wasn't just taller, she was heavier and stronger too. As soon as Becca touched her, Mary began to breathe heavily -- deep, labored breaths that were ill-matched for the falsetto she seemed to be putting on.

"We're friends, Mary. You can tell me..."

Mary whirled around and pushed Becca away with substantial ****. It took all Becca's strength to stop herself from plummeting to the ground.

"Just leave me alone, okay?" The voice was forceful and deep. It was still Mary's voice in intonation and quirk, but it sounded like it had deepened an octave.

Becca couldn't fight back the tears after that. She tried to tell herself it was a cruel joke played by the demon, but it still hurt. She ran out of the classroom, hearing Mary's strange falsetto call after her.