Thank You, Dad

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first of all, i obviously need to apologize for not updating in forever. if you guys only KNEW what's been going on in my life, but that's really no excuse. im sorry. so today's chapter will be a very special, long one.
second of all, ive been crushing on bill hader and john mulaney lately??? is that normal?? im scared.
(there's not a lot of john mulaney shit on wattpad so um i might be in the works of something
also, if you like the breakfast club, boy do I have something in store for you ↳)

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All of a sudden, I'm jolted forward. My eyes pop open, blurry from just waking up.
"WILLOW?" I shriek, trying to hold on to bark, my nails scraping wood.

Out of thin air, a long branch reaches for me, twisting around my waist. "WILLOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yell, hitting the limb to release me.
It lifts me out of my sitting spot, outstretching itself to where I was nearly as tall as the tree itself.
"WILLOW, PLEASE STOP!" I cry.

The tree responds by throwing me downwards, into the hole that lead towards the Shrieking Shack.
But this time, the tunnel kept going, and going.
I scream, my voice echoing through the seemingly endless pit, roots and underground twigs snatching my clothes.

Finally, the passage came to an end, but strangely-
no Shrieking Shack to be found.
Only a hollow cave, with a table in the center, an almost seamless angelic beam falling down on it.
Hesitantly, I walk over to the hunk of wood, barely stepping over the line where light met darkness.

Sitting on the table, sat a note folded so that it stood, beside a plate that held a singular cauldron cake, yet this one was exponentially smaller, with baby pink and off-white frosting.

I look at the card mistrustfully, my finger tips barely touching paper as I grab it, examining it.
No writing on the front or back, just a blank cover.
Each of my hands grabbed a side of the card, unfolding it slowly.

"𝐸𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒."

My eyebrows furrow, glancing back and forth from the cauldron cake to the shiny gold words.
'Eat me? Why would I ever eat a random piece of cake from a stranger?' I roll my eyes at the naivety of the anonymous writer.

I peer around the room, checking every corner and crack of the room for clues.
'Ugh, nothing but more roots, dirt,- oh.'

In the wall opposite from me, stood a splintery old door, the size of a Cornish Pixie. Next to it stood a comedic "you must be this height to enter" sign, causing me to scoff. Hanging on the sign was a key the size of a dandelion stem.
'What a strange place this is..'

Finally, my brain connected the pieces together.
'The cake is enchanted to make me shrink.'

I look uneasily at the pastry in my palm, breaking off a mouse-sized crumb with my fingers, eating it.
Suddenly, my body feels tension all over as my clothes start to become sizes too large.
I grasp at the fabric across my chest, holding it against me as I continued to shrink.

I finally stop growing smaller, my clothing surrounding me like a circus tent.
I see my wand laying on the floor, just outside of my left sleeve.
'Reducio.'
My wand becomes a miniature size, flying into my hand.

I take the gigantic corner fabric of my hair scarf, ripping it with a quick charm, creating a flowing fairy-type dress.

(i imagined something like those, but use your own imagination however you like!)

I also transformed some fabric into ballet-like shoes, so I wouldn't have to wander uncharted territory barefoot.

Once finally dressed, I clambered my way out of my oversized clothes, walking towards the light-up sign.
I grabbed the key, inspecting it before putting it into the keyhole, hearing the small 'click' the lock made.

I open the door, revealing-