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Stephen had agreed to help them train after Ned's newfound talent in the Mystic Arts, and if anything, Peter didn't want to be left out. They were practicing smaller, simpler spells now, and one of them included a growth spell. They used a plant to practice it on.
All was well, and the spell had worked, up until it was time to do the reverse spell. Ned had accidentally stumbled on his own foot, crashed against Peter, and the spell was fired the wrong way.
It hit the corner of the room, where Stephen was standing. What once stood a six feet tall sorcerer was now blue robes pooling onto the floor. Under the pile of fabric, a head peeks out, followed by small fingers grabbing the air.
"We're dead," Ned says in a panicked voice, "We are so dead."
Peter frantically flips several pages of the book they were reading, where the spells are written. "No, no, we can fix this," he says, words betraying his shrill voice, "We'll just–"
Wong comes into the room. Peter and Ned freeze. They stare at each other for a moment, and Wong lets out a sigh.
"Do I even want to know?"