Parry left Rikive downstairs to see to the kids, ascending the stairs with the utmost care, on the lookout for any witch charms Estelle may have laid on her way up. The girl was young but naturally talented with magic.

Still, Parry's wards were in place and hadn't been tripped by anything malevolent. If a demon so much as had a thought within a kilometer of the place, it would register clear as day with him.

All the upstairs doors were still closed- Rikive's, the kitchen, the bathroom- but Parry's was still open.

Bad news.

Parry broke into a mad sprint for the door, not caring that he slid down the floorboards on his socks, missing the bedroom for the bathroom door.

"If she shrank my four poster French, I'm going to-"

It was all still there. The four poster bed.

The hot pink chest in the corner.

The mountains of clothes. 

Parry knew the disaster that was his room like the back of his own manicured hand. So his eyes were able to zero in on the disturbed pile of laundry by the window- atop which rested his Dawn Blade. 

Which had been moved 8 millimeters down the laundry pile from where he'd originally left it.

"Girl'd crazy," Parry said, marching up to the sword. "Gonna hack off her own finger one day playing with things. But I might ask her to shrink it down before she leaves." Parry reached down and grabbed the hilt, lifting the blade. "Might be safer for-"

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Downstairs in the playroom, the air pressure in the room shifted, like a plane taking off in the air. There was no roar of jet engines though, or an uncomfortable popping of ears.

But this shift in air pressure was swiftly followed by the bellowing howls of a babe from the upstairs.

Parry Magnus, bestowed the title Shepherd of the Young by his superiors, sat in a heap of his adult clothes while clutching the Dawn Blade's hilt in one hand.

[i]Oh, My, Gods,[/i] he wanted to say, looking at his pudgy fingers with disbelief, the words coming out like the wails of a crying one-year-old. [i][b]I GOT FUCKING FAT![/b] The little witch made me fat! And Shrink! And...[/i]

Parry spared a glance down, a warm wet feeling spreading across his legs, then under them.

[i]Oh. Shit.[/i]

Thankfully, he didn't have to do that. 

Yet.