Orinda squeaked in shock as the papers on her grandfather's desk started to grow. Just like her nose had yesterday. "Sweet Merlin!" she cried, one hand shooting to her nose and the other clutching her wand like it was a life vest. "Grandpa, what do I do?!" The papers continued to grow and grow and Orinda was only slightly-- a lot-- terrified that she was going to ruin the homework for other people and other classes.

Finally it came to her and she hastily pointed her wand at the papers and cried out "Reducio!"

The papers started to shrink in size, and Orinda released a sigh of relief. But then they continued to shrink. Getting smaller and smaller. "Grandpa!!!" she wailed. "I need your help!"