"You thought it was going to taste like ass, didn't you?"

Carolyn chuckled as Parry kept slurping down what was in the bottle as fast as he could get it in his mouth and get it down. The potion had no visible effect on Parry but that would take time.

[i]You can't blame me for that. [b]All[/b] witch potions are supposed to taste like ass- which I have legitimately tasted. It's not so bad if you do it right.[/i]

"It doesn't make sense though. We have to make potions for half of our magic. If they all tasted like mashed goose liver, we wouldn't be able to do magic." 

Parry drained the bottle in minutes, stretched out his arms, and waited. And waited. Waited some more. Listened as one by one the kids got picked up.

Any minute now. Aaaaaaaaany minute.

The two of them waited in the kitchen for what felt like an eternity with no sign of anything changing about Parry. Carolyn was afraid the lack of a dragon scale was probably to blame, but the main components were all in there. The dragon scale was supposed to be the ignition for the potion to set the effect off. Without it the potion would work on a slow burn, taking days to age him up- unless she could kick start the potion manually.

Carolyn ran her fingers through Parry's trace of golden hair a wicked smile coming across her lips. 

"Listen- after this whole mess and you putting my daughter in mortal danger, I'm gonna say we get three months of tuition for free." Parry just looked at the woman, strapped in the high chair as he was, and pitched the empty bottle over the side of the tray. "And also? I want a look inside your wardrobe. Anything I want is mine- or Fiona leaks the pictures she took."

Parry's face turned white as a sheet, then beet red. Carolyn could swear she could hear a rumbling coming from Parry's stomach- like a distant earthquake.

"If you're about to poop yourself and I have to change you, then we're taking video and posting it all over YouTube."

The rumbling in Parry's stomach intensified, his eyes squinting shut as he groaned or growled- probably both, Carolyn thought. She didn't take any chances, swiftly unbuckling Parry's seatbelt  and reaching for his onesie snaps when Parry opened his mouth and let out an ear splitting belch that sent Fiona falling onto the linoleum floor and the blender on the counter toppling into the kitchen sink.

In Carolyn's experience, trolls had better manners.

When her hearing came back, Carolyn lifted herself from the floor and looked up at the high chair.

Parry had grown- not by much, but it was noticeable. His onesie was ripped in half at the waist, his hair had turned into shoulder length golden lockes, and his diaper clung tightly around his waist, looking ready to burst open if he breathed in too much air.

[i][b]"Bitch, no one touches my clothes!"[/b][/i]