The spell changes his appearance

"The spell is going to change his appearance. Can't very well play if he's not in peak physical condition, right?" Chet asked.

"So you're gonna make him fat? Or shrink him?" the quarterback asked.

"Not quite. Spells like that are complex and require years of training, however my sister was able to teach me one spell really quickly." Chet replied.

Brendan started to stir and open his eyes slightly.

"We're running out of time. Hold him down." Chet ordered.

His teammates complied and grabbed Brendan's arms and legs. Brendan, who had realized who was standing over him, started to thrash around.

"Let me go, Chet! Whatever you've got planned, I am making it to that game!" Brendan spat.

"Of course you are. Playing in it, that's another story." Chet laughed.

Chet grabbed a book out from his locker and started reading the yellowed and tattered pages aloud. It was in some sort of language that Brendan couldn't understand, but that didn't exactly matter, as he suddenly felt intense pain. He tried to scream, but nothing came out.

Chet's lackeys looked slightly concerned, save for the quarterback, while Chet simply watched as Brendan began to transform.