A/N: Have I mentioned how lovely it is to have people respond so positively to a story I'm having so much fun writing? It's so rewarding to have people caring enough about the story to make suggestions about what they would like to see happen and read it every day. I can't even tell you how much of a kick I get out of reading all of your reviews and watching the the traffic stats shoot up so high. Thank-you so much for making writing even more fun than it normally is! Also, I have read all your ideas and am trying to work in as many of them as possible - keep an eye out and you might see yours popping up. :-)
~ Rose
Emma sat on the floor with her legs crossed and her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. She half opened one eye and sighed frustratedly, closed her eye and screwed up her face again. Next time she opened her eyes, Henry was looking back at her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Magic," Emma said.
"I don't think it's working."
"Tell me about, kid," Emma responded tiredly. She really was no good at this. She'd been sitting there for half an hour trying to 'emotion' herself back to adulthood, just like Mr Gold had told her to with absolutely no luck. She'd even tried doing something she figured would be relatively simple - making a spoon levitate – but hadn't even managed to get a twitch out of the silverware.
"It's okay Mom," Henry told her, "You'll get it to work eventually."
"I hope so," Emma told him, "I'm not keen on waiting for a couple of decades for this to fix itself."
Henry's smile faded.
"I hope so too."
"Oh Henry," Emma said, "I know this must be tough on you too. Don't worry about it, ok? I'll fix this somehow. And the meantime, I'm still your Mom. Just a bit smaller."
Henry nodded and leaned in for a hug. Emma wrapped her son up in a hug as best she could and pressed her lips to his head.
"Now," she said once they parted, "Go on and grab your bag. It's time for school."
Henry smiled and ran off to collect his things.