As he moved closer to the rosebush, Dalton's relief that he hadn't drank any of the tea was practically palpable. For all of six seconds, anyway. As Professor Myers raised he wand, he felt himself physically cringe away from it and emit a very audible groan.

I should have walked out. I should have walked out. I should have walked out. was the one phrase he kept repeating in his mind as he felt himself shrinking and being delivered to the underneath of the rose plant.

The smell was even more overwhelming than it had been when he was big, and that was saying something. Dalton made sure that his dagger eyes towards the Professor were obvious. This was not okay. He didn't want to be shrunk. It was the last thing he would have ever asked for.

And he wanted to be normal sized RIGHT NOW.

As for the riddle. "Water." His answer was the exact opposite of his dagger eyes: blunt. Quick. Short. As for 'doing the action' Professor midget, as he was going to be known by the Slytherin from NOW ON, well, that just wasn't happening.