Dahlia groaned, sniffling as she rubbed her nose, her head still spinning from the last sudden surge. The world looked off again—lower, smaller, like she had just zoomed in on reality itself.
Her magic had been completely out of control since she caught this dumb cold. Normally, she had perfect control over her size magic, but from the moment she felt that first tickle in her nose? Disaster.
Every sneeze sent a rush of growth through her body! She turned a pleading gaze toward her roommate, who was still staring up at her in shock. "Ugh… sniff… my size magic’s been so out of control since I caught this stupid cold… Every time I sneeze—BOOM! I GROW! At this rate, I’ll outgrow the whole house! Go bring me, like… a bathtub of cough syrup before I end up using the roof as a hat"