A rather unfortunate event occurred over the night as you were brewing potions with Professor Snape. An un-needed ingredient slipping in accidentally. Resulting in a explosion erupting onto you both. Or rather, you. As in instinct you covered to cauldron like a fool. The results of the accident was not dangerous but rather embarrassing. It de-aged you… all the way to toddler years. Yet you still had your adult mind.

The next morning you were forced to make an appearance and eat at the Great Hall. As you approached, the realization that you could not reach up to your own seat settled. You glanced at Professor Snape with a childish glare. He simply raised an eyebrow in response.