"It seems as though no one has bothered to learn how to dance properly these days, thus they resort to the most provocative motions they can come up with." Max rolled his eyes, "what ever happened to a little fox-trot or a Bolero, even the mambo for goodness sake."

"Not to mention, nothing is more romantac then a man who knows how to wick you away on the ballroom floor." She thought out loud, her hands on her cheeks just thinking about it.

Max looked at her, then hopped to his feet and offered her his hand, "We have some time to kill, care for a dance?" he offered as the scenery changed to a large ballroom and his clothes changed to a dashing suit.

She was almost surprised by this but got up and curtsyed, "It would be my pleasure, kind sir."

Max smiled and lead her onto the dance floor and into a simple ballroom step.

Celeste couldn't help but giggle whenever Max twirled her and couldn't help but smile the entire time.

They danced around and around and then it was time for the spell.

CoCo arose after having a nap while they danced. "Ceres. They're ready." He said vanishing.

"Oh good..." Celeste had gotten very pale, "I don't know how much longer I was going to be able to hold this..." She stopped and curtsied, "Thank you for the dance, kind sir."

"No problem at all" he replied, "Thank you for keeping me alive."

" Well I couldn't have you keeling over on us. After all, we haven't watched the Hobbit yet-" She began to sway and fell forward.
~
On the outside world, Celeste collapsed.

The ring of magic had been drawn up and now everyone was just waiting for midnight. Charles stayed by Celeste, making sure she was alright.

"Place Eric in the circle" Horatio commanded, "and needs to drink the entire potion, every drop."

Celeste was drained, past out from exhausted from the experience, sweat rolling down her forehead. CoCo sat atop Charles' shoulder.

Ciara nodded, picking Eric up and setting him in the circle. Taking the potion liquid into her hand in a form of a ball, she tilted Eric's mouth open and began to feed him the potion.

For about ten long seconds nothing happened, and then suddenly the room was filled with a bright glow as the entire circle lit up. Everything metal in the room began to tremble as Eric's body changed and grew.
The bed frames began to twist and bend and circle around the room until the light finally dimmed, revealing Eric, kneeling there with his hand reached out. The metal objects froze in place, then slowly lowered to the floor, and then he passed out again. Thankfully he fell forward onto his stomach because the clothes he had been wearing at a five year old were torn to shreds in the circle. Now his body was aged to it's late teens.

((And Celeste is about 28. Oh boy. :p))

They got Eric into some clothes, checked his vitals, and after putting the room back together set him in the bed beside Celeste who had a small fever but nothing too serious. And they both slept.

((I know, I still have plans))

Eric awoke slowly after about two days. His head was pounding but at least his powers were under control now. He sat up slowly, flexing his fingers as he stared at his hand. He could feel the metal in the room again, that little tingling in his finger tips that assured him it would come to his aid if he called. It felt like coming home at long last.

Miss Turner was the one who came over when he awoke. "Feeling ok?" She asked, checking him over. "Good. Soup." She placed the tray in his lap before going to the bed beside him and changing the wet towel on Celeste's head.

Eric blinked and looked over, "Is Miss. Ambrose going to be alright?" he asked with concern, secretly delighted at the return of his deeper voice, "I didn't realize how much it took out of her..."

"Yes but She has to put her soul back together again... It takes awhile." Miss Turner looked at the end of his bed, where a pile of little clothes sat, "The sewing club is going to be upset. They had made you Hobbit clothes."

CoCo was curled up beside Ambrose and popped it's head up to look over toward Eric, having heard all the chatting.

Eric held his hand towards the feline, "Hello CoCo"

He stretched, rubbed his head against Ambrose before hopping over to Eric's bed. "Meow." He stated before pawing Eric's hand onto his head. Apparently he had an ich that needed scarcthing

Eric smiled a little and obliged, scratching the cat behind the ears, "thank you, for watching over us..."

"Meo-ow." He flomped over and started purring.

"Papa! You're awake." Ciara exclaimed from across the room, having just come up. "How do you feel?"

"Ciara!" Eric greeted happily, "It's good to see you. I'm feeling a lot better, thank you"

"That's good. I'm so glad." She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, "You had us worried."

"It's certainly good to be back" he replied, hugging her tightly before raising her wrist up gently by the bracelet he had given her, "all of me"