Any One Spell On Adam, No Complaints

"Any one spell?" Helen asked with a terrifying grin. "You're sure about that?"

Gulping, Adam nodded. "Yes." He muttered quietly and with a shaky voice. "Just please don't turn me into a frog, or something. Please."

"No, no. You're more of a dog, I'm thinking. There's a spell for that, somewhere in there." Helen teased. "I've got other ideas though." Seeing Adam sigh in relief, Helen's grin got bigger. "Although if you're into something like that..."

"NO!" Adam shouted, his eyes wide. "Nothing like that!"

"Well at least I know what to do if you ever decide to cheat on me." Helen joked.

"I'd rather you just... shot lightning out of your hands at me."

Laughing, Helen ran her hand down Adam's arm. "That can be arranged. For now though..." Helen said before leaning next to Adam's ear. "Goodnight." Instantly, Adam went limp, and Helen caught him before he smashed into the floor. "You've got to lay off the pork pies, love." Helen grunted as she slowly let Adam down onto the floor on his back. "Awful convenient to cast spells with just a thought. Have to keep an eye on what else is on page... 50? 51?" Hearing Adam snore, Helen's grin reappeared. "Putting someone's soul to sleep. Convenient. I should use this more."

Scratching her chin, Helen thought about what to do with her now wholly-unconscious boyfriend. There were a lot of possibilities... many of them involving spells. After a few minutes, Helen had quite the idea...