Parveus Minori Minimus. Ethan just deadpanned when Professor Bentley said the words, and performed it on her tree. Without wasting more time, he got his muggle pencil and notebook and wrote the spell down in big, bold letters. This spell is irreversible, so he better get this right, or else…Roberta will suffer. No. He will not allow that to happen.

Holding up his notebook, he read the spell over and over again. “Parveus…Minori…Minimus. Parveus Minori Minimus.” Ethan closed his eyes and pictured the words in his head in an attempt to memorize it. “Pareveus…Minimus?...no. Parveus…something.” Merlin, this is hard, okay? Ethan rolled his shoulders and recited the spell out of his notebook again. “Parveus. Minori. Minimus.” And repeat. “Parveus…Minori…as in Minor…Minimus…as in minimum. Parveus Minori Minimus. Parveus Minori Minimus.”

This will take him ages to get the incantation right. Mhm.