The room erupts into laughter and pointing fingers.
Peter sniggers to himself. Crossing his arms.
Setting Keegan back in his seat, Mali stifles her laughter. “I’m sorry, Keegan, but you will have to remain in your state until the enchato wears off.” She bites her lips, holding back a smile.
Keegan shudders, flexing his fingers, and glances around himself, patting every few seconds. Finishing his self-inspection, he turns his attention to Peter, squinting, and snarls. He lets out a squeaking huff as his tiny self fumes in his now massive seat.
Mali takes her place at Peter’s side. “Well done, Bren. Although, through unorthodox methods…” She glances at Keegan. “You’ve passed your advancement test.” She and the class clap. “As a reward, the rest of class will be spent as a free period of
