Will carefully stepped over the line of transformation as the roof was replaced by something straight out of a gothic horror novel. If it's bad luck to step on a crack in the sidewalk, think of the terrible luck from stepping on a crack in reality.
Will watched for a moment as Miriam stared over the campus, thinking quietly to himself. He let his clothing ripple and shift, his usual casual jeans and shirt look being replaced by a
dark, black and red velvet gothic dress coat with the appropriate trimmings and accoutrements included.
Plucking a rose from the wall, he walked back over to Miriam, leaning over the balustrade to look back over the scenery, letting Miriam take her own time to come to grips with the situation. There would be time for stupid quips later.