Luna's giant blue eyes fill with delight when they focus on you.
"A little person!" she exclaims. Yes! This is exactly what you hoped to hear! She recognizes you are a person! Perfect. You excitedly wave your arms and shout for her attention. She smiles cutely and lets out a little giggle at your behavior.
"I've heard so much about students importing in tiny muggles to play with, never thought I'd find one myself!" she says with delight. Tiny muggle? No, that's not right.
It's true, that some students have smuggled in some tiny muggles to keep as pets. They're strictly forbidden, so they're kept a secret. Which isn't quite hard, considering their size. There have been some magical anomalies in different parts of the world that have caused hundreds of people to spontaneously shrink. The magical governments of the world did a great job at memory-replacing any muggles that knew about the shrunken people, but they have been unsuccessful at stopping the anomalies, and only partially successful at regrowing a select few muggles. It's quite a difficult and confusing process which appears to be different on a person-by-person basis. In fact, these anomalies are in part what you began your research into your spell on. Since the anomalies are so random and widespread, a lot of the tiny muggles are captured by others and kept before any governing entities can swoop in and save them. Which is exactly how so many find their way into the hands of students, if hidden well enough and paid a high enough price for.
Naturally, being assumed to be a tiny muggle is much worse than being recognized as a shrunken student. It could put you right into the degrading lifestyle of being the pet or plaything of a student here. But shouldn't Luna know you're a student by your attire?
"Aww, it's so cute how your owner dressed you in tiny Hogwarts robes. How adorable!" she says, cooing over you. Well...shoot, that's that. You try yelling up to her, but she either can't hear you or has no interest in listening.
"It's a shame someone lost you. I can't exactly put up 'found' posters, since you're contraband. Oh well," she says, her hand reaching down for you. Adrenaline kicks in and you're prepared to run for your life (as nice as Luna is, a giant hand reaching for you is terrifying no matter the circumstances), but it doesn't matter. Her fingers encase you before you make it as far as five steps. Being wrapped up in her fingers elicits a strange mix of feelings, both fearful and comforting. You're trapped, yet it is warm, and in the embrace of a person. You want free, but at the same time, her hand is so soft...
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