The previous night Erik had taken a swig of someone's pumpkin juice though it didn't taste like pumpkin juice. It tasted awful and he immediately felt ill afterwards and crawled into bed--he learned his lessons about stealing food.

He spent the rest of the night barely getting any sleep and never finding a comfortable position to lay in; his body felt achy, he kept needing to stretch his limbs constantly, he kept coughing, and his clothes kept getting tighter to the point he finally just picked up his wand and cast engorgio on his clothes... then he slept like a baby.

He also slept until three in the afternoon.

Erik rolled out of bed with a grumpy groan and awkwardly made his way to his feet. He didn't bother checking his reflection--he probably looked awful since he felt big and bloated and his voice felt like it was heavy and swollen. Whatever.

The Gryffindor ambled his way down the stairs, which felt like they were too far away from him. Then he checked his pants to make sure they were firmly secured around his waist before he went to check his shirt, but once hand touched bare skin he realized he had probably lost it with all his  tossing and turning last night. Oh well, there was probably one lying around in the common room that could fit him anyway.

Erik drowsily walked to the couch and looked around for any rogue pieces of clothing when his eyes settled on the fiery head Almasy--hopefully she wouldn't be too miffed he overslept. Hopefully she wouldn't care at all!

Before the girl could say anything Erik rubbed and scratched his chin as he heavily mumbled, "I feel like a flattened flobberworm," Then the boy squinted a suspicious gaze down onto Almasy.... she looked a lot... smaller.

"Did you get shorter?"