#4 sneaking into the Actual Lion's Den

That was the first, gross part done. He grimaced, trying to ignore the aftertaste. He just felt bigger. This was extremely weird. Maybe he should use hairs from people his own size next time. He enjoyed the Height though. Hopefully, he grew to this size later.

Pulling from his bag an unused roll of bandages, he wrapped his head. Gerald felt bad about not returning them, but he was running around so much that he forgot to put these down. At least they weren't potion soaked. That would have been a waste. Hopefully, he could pass off as injured, unable to remember things properly.

Looking around, he tried to see if one of the paintings was looking at him, maybe he could ask them how to find the Common room.

Not having much luck, he pondered what he was going to do. Then he heard Grace's voice. Oh it's her! Perfect!



"My name isn't Jeff" He said simply. The voice was weird. "It's Gerald, Grace." Hopefully she realised. He didn't want to say he was a Ravenclaw.



Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a spare set of robes, much like he was wearing now. Both had the Ravenclaw emblem. "I brought these for you, but I'd like to finish here first?"

"I am" He said, somewhat awkwardly. He was used to being the same height as her, maybe a little shorter. "I don't really like it"

It was nice she told him the password. It solved so many problems. Maybe once she got her potions, he could take her to his common room. Hopefully it wasn't too busy now.

Stepping up to the Fat Lady Portrait, he said the password Grace told him.