He was small now. Not small in the metaphorical sense where he felt he was insignificant in the perspective of infinity, and just all-round tiny in terms of the universe which was arguably a multiverse though the scientific community had yet to prove that theory so it was really just conjecture but STILL. His point was that it wasn't in that sense that he was small. No. He was literally small. Literally smaller than his fifteen-centimeter ruler. Bug-sized. It was horrifying. And wrong. And really, what if his clothes hadn't shrunk to match? God that would have been embarassing. But still it was still not cool what had happened. A warning would have been nice. An opt-out. A skip-class-if-you-don't-want-magic-used-on-you clause. Because guess what?

Brian Woods despised being small. And with his leg being bad, getting to places was now TWENTY TIMES as hard as it was. Really, this hufflepuff was a HUFFlepuff. HUFFING. IN IRRITATION. Seriously, if he was a little less disabled, he would be headed for the door but that was so far away.

And then the riddles begun and the eccentricity continued.

And wow, Brian was horrified. Absolutely, totally and completely horrified. Mortified, even, that might be a better adjective. What even was this lesson? The further along they got in the class, the more Brian recoiled and edged closer to the door and away from the insane man he called his head of house. The riddles were a nice touch but he was very, very close to getting himself to the Headmaster's office and suggesting the man visit a shrink.

"Pruning." That was really all he was going to say. Could he hide now? Myers might not be embarassed by himself at all but Brian was feeling all the embarassment for him. How was this supposed to command respect?