Aelrick didn’t hear the bear foraging outside when he cast his first love spell. He strove to get the words right. He liked his favorite wizard’s lilting incantations, so he worked on that as well.
The bear pushed the back door open, rose on his hind legs and made for Aelrick. Aelrick dropped his grimoire and started to run, but the bear caught him in a hug. The look on the bear’s face told Aelrick what he’d done.
Aelrick grabbed his book. Chanting as fast as he could with no lilt at all, Aelrick turned the bear into a man.
Author’s Note: I set out to play with what could go wrong, or right, with a spell, and this came to me.