This… was embarrassing. Alastor snuck around the Hotel, wary not to be spotted. He’d fucked up a spell he was practicing, and now… now he was 3 inches tall. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this, his powers were useless, they had shrunk as well. He didn’t know how long he’d be stuck this way…

“What am I to do…!? If anyone sees me, I’ll never live it down…” He grumbled, then blinked, spotting a certain room. If there was one sinner he trusted, it was the sinner behind that door…