Amy closed her eyes. She'd found one age spell but she hadn't really had time to look at it. The actual incantation was in Latin, but she had to take a chance. In desperation she put her free hand on the page. "Puer adhuc ero humilis me trimatu."
There was a sudden ripple and Amy felt a surge of energy flowing into her. For a moment all was still and then to her horror she started to shrink. Her body regressed back away from preteen years, down through childhood. She stared as baby fat started to return, her teeth pushing around as gaps formed. Childhood fled as she shrank down, her hair pulling into little pigtails as her freckles softened and her features became smooth and baby cute. Amy knew this picture in the mirror. She was three years old! What was worse, her clothes had changed, transforming into a sundress, her sneakers now a little pair of sandals.
"NOoo," She wailed.
Lina scooped up the now tiny girl. "There, there Amy hon. I know you got lost but I'm here. Come on, let's get you home."