The day after the Yule Ball, you run into Parvati alone in the corridor. She fixes you with a cold stare, and you begin to feel guilty about using her as you did. Before you can say anything, however, she pulls out her wand, and with a quick incantation shoots you in the chest. Before you can fully process what's happening, you're three inches tall and sitting in a pile of what had been your robes.
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