Dahlia had tried every reversal spell she knew, from candlelight chants to moonlit focus stones to that sketchy potion recipe she swore she'd never touch again, but Holly stubbornly remained five inches tall. Still, Dahlia refused to let a little magical mishap ruin their day. “Come on,” she said, scooping her up, “we’re going to Target. You need some normalcy.”
Now Holly stood on the top shelf in the skincare aisle, dwarfed by a wall of facial cleanser. She looked up at the rows towering over her and groaned. “Oh god, I’m smaller than a Byoma!” Dahlia smiled down at her. “Look on the bright side,” she said. “One bottle will last you a lifetime now. Let’s get a couple for your dollhouse.”
“My what?”