Snape checked himself out and realized that he seemed to be intact and so turned his attention back to the class. As soon as he raised his eyes, he stumbled slightly in shock as he saw his classroom towering over him. The students were in an uproar.
"Oh now I've done it...I'm dead..Snape's gonna kill me for sure this time!!!" Neville began to panic.
"Calm down, Neville!" Harry comforted, "It was an accident. It wasn't your fault, and I'm pretty sure there's a rule against killing students."
"Now look what you've done!" Draco accused as he examined the area for any sign of his head of house. "You are SO dead when Snape gets back, ya bloody idiot!"
"That is IF the greasy git ever does come back!" Ron added, stepping through the crowd of students gathered around Neville's desk, "Who knows what your potion could have done, Neville. What do you suppose happened to em, Harry?"
Snape took a moment to gather his bearings and as soon as he had, he was forced to dash under the desk to avoid being crushed by the Weasley boy's foot. Dreading what he was about to do, Snape took a deep breath and stepped back out into the open, "Weasley! Look down!"
Snape's calls went unheard over the commotion. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand which had shrunk along with him. Pointing up at the redheaded student, he tried to send off sparks, but nothing happened.
"Just great. The change is size must be affecting my wand. Now what?"
Hermione had made her way to the others, "This is terrible! What if something horrible happened to him?"
"Good for him! Stupid git! He deserves whatever he got!" Ron scoffs, folding his arms and leaning against the table.
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