Stolas was pretty sure by the fifteenth sneeze that he had the Magical Sniffles. Even powerful Goetia demons like himself could come down with something, but at least it was minor

Apart from the fact it lost control of his powers such as his telekinesis throwing things all around the room.

"AHOOT!"

Also the fact he hooted when he sneezed was rather embarrassing.

"Well, Stolas, old boy, this is why you grow the plants that can be used to make the cure. Also the talking to yourself thing was another big, should have picked up on that."

"Wait, you only just started doing that," he told himself.

"You two should shut up and go make the cure," Stolas told them both.

Growing tired of the argument, Stolas went to the gardens to get started.

***

He was gathering up the last few ingredients a half dozen more sneezes later, when he heard approaching voices. His little Starfire and her friend/Blitzo's hellhound daughter, Loona. Oh yes, I.M.P had taken a rare job in Hell itself, so she'd brought the Grimoire over with Blitzo set to reborrow it in the morning...

...Another motivator to cure these blessed sniffles!

"Good morning, girls!" He said.

"Hello, dad," Octavia said as Loona gave a halfhearted wave.

"Taking a walk in the gardens? Or heading off somewhere?"

"Just Stylish Occult. Did I hear someone sneezing earlier?"

"Er, yes. Magical sniffles. Keep your distance for now, Princess, don't want to sprea-AHOOT!"

Fortunately, this sneeze did not send his telekinesis haywire.

Unfortunately for Loona and Octavia, another of his powers acted up instead. The two barely had a moment of surprise before they froze in place, and changed. Loona's fur changed from mixed white and greys to a single shade of darker grey, while Octavia's feathers changed to the same cold rocky grey. Two wide-eyed statues stood, the only colour on their forms their unaffected clothing.

"...That usually petrifies the clothes and stuff. Wait, oh crap!" Stolas realised after sniffling.

Worriedly, he went over to the stone duo, gently rapping on Loona's petrified snout in pointless confirmation.

"Oh, no. I'm so very sorry, Owlette, that was an accident, b-but Daddy can fix this! The Grimoire! Which is conveniently here already and doesn't involve contacting Blitzo who'll be mad I petrified his daughter too!"

The Goetia moved swiftly, and was almost back inside when a less welcome voice spoke.

"Was that you sneezing like an uncouth snot horror?" Stella sneered as she walked into view.

"Yes, Stella, now if you'll excuse me I have urgent business..."

"Really, now? Can't you spare a moment for a short conversation?" She said with venom.

"Surely it can wait until late-AHOOT!" He replied/sneezed.

Stella recoiled for a second before Stolas realised he'd done it again. His wife turned from white to grey, her dress as unaffected as Loona and Octavia's clothing.

"Heh, whoops, another mishap... Better get the Grimoire fast," he chuckled nervously.

He looked over the surprised statue his wife had become.

"But maybe I should apologise to Octavia first... Maybe give her and Loona some more spending cash, oh, but then I'll have to go to the bank. Could take some time to get around to you, Stella...." He grinned, looking forward to a little peace and quiet.