Alastor Moody was sitting in his favorite chair eating petit fours.
He was thirsty.
He needed something to go with the petit fours.
He found a lemon.
"I will make lemonade," he said.
Then he noticed something.
The lemon was shrinking.
He stared at the lemon.
It shrunk.
It was small.
He prodded the lemon.
It giggled.
He screamed.
THE END