The four year old grinned, creeping into his sleeping parent's room, and heading towards the tall oak bedside table. Reaching up with pudgy hands, he searched for a thin, smooth, wooden stick. Grasping it in his hand he fled the room, giggling manically as he reached the ground floor.
Waving the magic stick around the young boy sat in front of the TV.
"Abracadabra!" the fairy godmother cried, waving her wand as a pretty pink fairy dress appeared on the cartoon Cinderella.
Enchanted, he tried to say the words, "Avra Cadabra". Satisfied he ran upstairs hoping to one up his prankster father.
Charging into their room, he pulled himself onto the large plush chair facing their bed. Standing tall, trying to imitate the fairy godmother's wand motions having heard from his father how important it was.
"Avara Cadavbra!" he incanted softly, hoping to not wake his parents, aiming at his father almost giggling at the image of his father in a bright pink glittery dress. A lime green light shot out of the wand, momentarily blinding the small boy.
As the light died down, and his vision returned he noticed not even a glimpse of pin k covered his father. Frowning he tried it again on his mother with the same results.
Sighing he climbed down from the chair and wandered over to the large mirror. Perhaps it was momentarily and I was blinded by the light! Happy with the fact the spell was not a dud he looked into the mirror carefully. Black tufts of hair crowned his head with a small gap in his fringe, deciding he would aim for the patch inbetween he repeated his previous incantation and wand movements.
The last thing he saw before waking in St Mungo's was a lime green light.