Growing pains

So this is my first ever drabble! Quite exciting! This was sort of inspired by Colin Morgan's appearance on Doctor Who as Jethro, you'll see what I mean. Hope you like it, and make sure you review! And before anyone points it out, I realise a sixth century warlock wouldn't know what skinny jeans are, but I'm applying poetic license. Okay? Besides, when you're writing about a sixth century warlock I don't think facts are a major priority!

Merlin woke up feeling different, unlike his usual optimistic self. Something was wrong. He got out of bed Trudging downstairs he was met with a bemused look from Gaius.

"What?" Merlin demanded.

Gaius didn't reply Merlin stomped over to the mirror.
Merlin looked at his reflection and was met with a worrying sight, his hair all over his face, heavy black eyeliner. He couldn't understand it, he was fine when he went to bed last night. And then he looked down.

"Just kill me now!" Skinny jeans?

He turned to Gaius.

"Gaius, what's happened to me?" He begged

"I believe you have fallen victim to a very dangerous form of magic. If I am correct then you have been turned into… a teenager!"

Merlin suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to cry.