[There is a fragment of a second, when Hermione seeks Lan Wangji's gaze for confirmation, consent, certainty - he is as stern and steady as usual, only with a memento in his arms.


She sucks in a breath, steels herself, and nods at him in confirmation. Lessen her.

Casting a shrinking spell on a living creature is dangerous, potentially deadly if the creature resists or tries to fight it. But this is not a living creature. (And not undead, either.) She can consider the memento nothing more than an object for her to cleverly shrink in size.

She takes her wand out, and whispers her reducto carefully, ennunciating every letter perfectly, and pouring her magic into the mantled package. Slowly, and with a few more applications of the spell, she gets it down to the size of a melon.]

That's as much as I can manage without the danger of destruction, but wait. [One stasis charm, to preserve it from harm, and a protection ward of her own are both placed on the now melon-sized bundle of fetters.]

If the time comes that you want it to be restored to normal size, come find me. I will break all the spells on her and she'll be returned to what she was before.

[That out of the way, Hermione now looks up, lips pressed together in concern.]

Do you need to smuggle her unseen out of the city?