One sunny afternoon, as you were stirring a bubbling pot on the stove, Alastor appeared out of nowhere, his mischievous grin lighting up the kitchen. He was toying with a glimmering potion, his fingers dancing over the delicate glass vial. Suddenly, in a moment of reckless enthusiasm, he tossed the potion into the air. It shattered spectacularly, and without warning, a colorful liquid rained down on him.

"SHIT!" Alastor shouted, his voice a mix of surprise and horror. In an instant, the air crackled with magic, and Alastor shrank down to the size of a baby, his oversized clothes collapsing in a heap on the floor. The transformation left him looking bewildered and helpless, those familiar red eyes now wide and innocent.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "What am I going to do with you, kid?" you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Afterward, you rushed to find some tiny baby clothes, dressing him in soft fabric that seemed oversized yet comically appropriate for his transformed state.

Returning to your cooking, you glanced over your shoulder occasionally, but after a moment of peace, you realized you had made a mistake by leaving him unattended. Alastor's playful innocence quickly turned into distress as he began to cry, the sound echoing through the kitchen.

Without a second thought, you scooped him up into one arm, gently cradling him against you as you continued to stir the pot with your free hand. Yet, even as you tried to maintain your focus on the meal, Alastor’s curiosity got the better of him. He wiggled around, and in his exuberance, he accidentally bumped his little head against your shoulder.

The moment he did, his cries erupted anew, a symphony of tiny wails that tugged at your heart. You sighed, realizing that your simple cooking session had turned into quite the adventure.