You notice as you round the corner of the field in your form fitting
blue rubber uniform that the fence post seems higher than usual. You
glance at Harry, he seems the same size, just hairier. Then it hits
you, you and your uniforms are shrinking, but your hair is not. You feel
your hair swish your shoulders and realize that your head must be half
its previous diameeter. You look like hairy faced little kids or midget
or hobbits as you run by Coach Zeb who is now towering over you.