“I can’t believe you. You promised me you were going to be nice.” Violet clenched her fists in frustration.
“I was nice! I could have transformed him into a newt, harvested his eye. It’s hard to come by fresh eye of newt these days. Sometimes they give you toad, sometimes salamander. The market is a dishonest place.”
“You didn’t have to transform him into anything! He was just taking me to the dance.”
“He still can.”
“Dad, you turned him into a cactus.”
“I gave him a pot; he’s portable.” Her father smiled in satisfaction. “Just don’t dance too close.”
Author’s Note: Surely a wizard father would be as protective of his baby girl as any other father. No gun threats needed from a wizard though.