Merlin peered around a goblet and trotted along the tabletop past the prince's breakfast. He'd have to reverse the spell before Arthur came back. Taking a flying leap, the young warlock launched himself off the table onto one of Arthur's strewn pillows. He could hear approaching footsteps.
Merlin squeezed inside the bottom drawer of Arthur's chest just as the prince came into the room. He stood in the darkness of the drawer and muttered the counter spell.
Arthur leaped out his chair as his wooden dresser strained and splintered. A full-sized Merlin tumbled out of a broken, fractured bottom drawer.