[Gallagher]

Erik, after an entire night spent with the great wizard, had long since changed out of his stuffy coat and the armor beneath it. He sat on the floor clad in pale pink shorts small enough that they might as well been underwear, and an electric blue shirt printed with a black skull and lightning bolt on the chest. "My grandma isn't anything like that," he replied, grabbing his own hefty handful of popcorn as he looked over at Merlin.

His eyes went wide as her form changed, and he dropped his snack on the floor, scooting around to face the cartoony beast. "Does that make me Little Red Riding Hood?" As he asked, a thin, red cloth shimmered into view, seeming to solidify as it floated down onto his head. Without touching it, Erik mimed tying the strings into place like the girl had. The corners of the cloth stretched into those strings right between his fingers, and as they solidified as well, two large poofs appeared at the ends.