“Hey honey, you're home late.” said the young she-wolf as she strode seductively over to Ike. She put her hands on his shoulder and stood on her toes so she could reach his face, “I've missed you...”
	Ike retreated a bit, “Um, baby... We have a guest...”
	“Hm? I don't see anyone. Are you feeling alright?”
	Ike sighed shifting Tim over to his left hand and placed his right hand over his wife's eyes. “Alright, you should be able to see him now.” He removed his hand and held Tim in front of her face.
	“Oh!” She said in amazement, “Who is that? How did he get so small!?”
	“Oh this is my cousin Tim,” Tim sat by giving only a weak wave, “Apparently he decided he was going to try and cast some forbidden spells. As you can see it didn't work out so well.”
	“Ah,” replied the wolfess before extending a finger to what she thought was directly in front of Tim, “I'm Jennifer, pleased to meet you!”
	Since the finger was still about a relative half-mile in front of him, Tim just gave another wave and wished Ike would hold him a bit lower...
	“So, this is another clan thing...”
	“Yeah... Sorry Jen, but would you mind looking after him? I promised Russel I'd cover his shift. His kid's softball game's in an hour.”
	“No problem, but how am I supposed to-”
	“Oh yeah! Hold on.” Ike preformed the necessary gestures to insure his wife could interact with Tim without any trouble and handed him over to her.
	“Okay, just one question though.”
	“Yeah?” replied Ike as he opened the door.
	“Why does it seem like all of the clan's spells have to do with size?”
	“Dunno.”
	“I mean, you'd think magic or whatever would do more stuff than that. Stuff that bordered on surpassing mortal comprehension and calling forth forces from other dimensions or-”
	“Don't question it.” 
	“Why not?”
	“Trust me. Just.. don't.”
	Jennifer sighed, “Fine... I'll see you later dear.”
	“I'll be home in a couple of hours,” he gave his wife a peck on the cheek, “Play nice with Timmy okay?” Ike laughed quietly and headed out to his car.
	“Hey, uhhh... Jennifer.”
	“What is it tiny?” She asked slightly amused by the massive size difference between herself and Tim.
	“If this clan stuff's supposed'ta be a secret. How come you get to know all about it?”
	“Oh, I'm part of the clan.” She said, “I was married into it.”
	“Cool, so you can get me back to normal right? I promise I'll be good...” Said Tim, putting on a sort of puppy-dog face.
	“Sorry. I'm not allowed to learn how to cast being that I wasn't born into it. Although it would be kind of awesome...”
	“I know. Hey, no one's around. Why don't you just open Ike's spellbook and have a little look-see. I won't tell.”
	“What? No, I couldn't do that.” Jennifer said looking back towards the leather-bound book that was sitting on the bookshelf, “I couldn't go behind his back that way.”
	“Why not? As long as you don't cast anything too powerful no one will know. It'll be our little secret...”
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	“Tim, I'm home.” Called Carlo as he walked into his house.
	“Son, we need to talk...”
	“Mom, what's this about? Where's Tim at?”
	“I'm afraid our little Timmy has gotten himself into a lot of trouble... sit down Gyermek.
	Elizabeth explained everything to Tim's father who just sat there quietly, making sure he collected and analyzed every detail of what was happening. He even proceeded to jot down some notes and make a crude time-line. This was a dangerous situation for the clan.
	“You should have just taken the book from him from the start. You know I didn't want him to have the power yet.” Said Carlo annoyed.
	“Son, I only wanted him to better understand what the clan was. I've told you how I was bought up.”
	“Yeah? Well it's not like that anymore. We're living in an era of technology Mom; messages can get passed back and forth between people so quickly, you can't just worry about one witness. If there's one, there's a thousand. It's just too dangerous to let a child have this much power and responsibility. How is it that you're the centenarian and I'm the mature one?”
	“Carlo! I'm plenty mature! I just like to stick to the old ways is all.”
	“Mom, in case you haven't noticed, you're wearing a goddamn mini-skirt and high heels...” Carlo sighed and buried his face in his palm, “I honestly don't get you...”
	Elizabeth blushed and looked down at her current outfit. A quick snap of her fingers and she was adorned in a long royal-blue robe with gold and silver trimming (the traditional wear of the clan). “Fine, let's get back to the matter at hand. I say we let the clan leader decided what to do. That way we know Timmy won't be punished too severely.”
	“No, the elders would never allow it. If anyone does the judging it won't be his mother. Besides, we need to take action now. By the time Maria gets back from her business trip it could be too late.”
	“I suppose you're right... Let's think it over a while, we have to make sure we do this right or...”
	“Or the clan would be doomed and Tim could end up the size of a germ for the rest of his life. Yeah... I know...”