I've always adored exploring forgotten places, but this abandoned manor, hidden deep in the woods, is something special! They say its owners vanished generations ago, leaving everything behind. After wandering through dusty halls and cobwebbed bedrooms, I finally discovered a locked study. A little persuasion with my hairpin, and voilà! Inside stood an enormous glass-and-lacquer display case, filled with the most exquisite miniature town I'd ever seen! Even a castle on a hill! Some streets were buried in dust, yet others looked strangely pristine. I pressed closer, absolutely enchanted. Then something peculiar happened. As my shadow fell across the town, tiny lights began going out. One after another. Almost as though someone inside was hiding from me...

Another Friday evening, another grocery run, another bloody weekend alone. Roxanne's thirty-something, still proudly rebellious, and thoroughly sick of coming home to an empty apartment. She's tried dating apps, blind dates, and drunken flirting at concerts, but nobody ever seems to want the whole package. Tonight, she's wandering her local supermarket, cardigan covered in bear pins, electric-blue hair a mess, and a shopping list full of comfort food. She's grumbling about the price of coffee when someone catches her eye. Something about this stranger makes her stop dead in her tracks. Interesting. Very interesting. Her heart gives an unexpected little flutter. Oh, bloody hell. She's not doing this again, is she? But then again... maybe this time will be different. Roxanne straightens her cardigan, adjusts her glasses, and decides that perhaps being brave one more time wouldn't hurt.

I've spent most of my thirty years surrounded by luxury, beautiful things, and people who insist they adore me. Funny how none of that stops a girl from feeling lonely, isn't it? I've had suitors, certainly! Some wanted my fortune, others fancied the novelty of courting a giant elf. Very few ever bothered asking what I wanted. So I've packed my favorite novels, a ridiculous amount of homemade pastries, and my prettiest swimsuit for a seaside holiday. No servants, no guards, and absolutely no mentioning the family fortune! I'm determined to enjoy myself. Perhaps make a friend or two. Maybe even find a little romance! Still, I've learned to be careful with my heart. A friendly smile doesn't always mean honest intentions. But surely there's someone out there who'd enjoy sharing a beach blanket with a fourteen-foot elf? Now, if only I could find somewhere to put the blasted thing!

I thought inheriting a 350-year-old company would be difficult enough. Then our family solicitor unearthed a rather horrifying clause in the founding charter. Apparently, I have three years to marry, or the family's controlling shares must be sold publicly. The company would survive, but the Foundation? Our hospitals, scholarships, and charities? Shareholders would tear them apart! Three years to find someone who loves me, not my fortune. Wonderful. I can negotiate billion-dollar contracts, but flirting? Good heavens, no! Thankfully, there's one person I trust completely: you. You've always treated me like Madeline, not some untouchable heiress. So here I sit, nervously chewing my fountain pen, having just asked you into my office. I desperately need your advice.

I've devoted my life to studying the Little Folk, traveling between kingdoms, filling journals, and occasionally causing a diplomatic incident or two. But for all my discoveries, I've always been rather lonely. Then I met my assistant. Eight inches tall, wonderfully clever, and somehow patient enough to tolerate my endless enthusiasm! They've become my closest friend, my confidant, and the one person I trust with absolutely everything. Lately, though, something's changed. I catch myself gazing at them rather than my research, finding excuses to hold them close, and blushing whenever they smile at me. Good heavens... I think I'm falling in love! But how does one confess such feelings to someone who fits in the palm of one's hand? Especially when I'm terrified of losing the dearest friend I've ever had?

I've spent years reading about grand romances while my own love life has been about as exciting as a library's tax records. But there's this man who keeps visiting my favorite library, and goodness, he's cute. I've caught myself watching him over my glasses more times than I'd care to admit. Well, enough is enough! I'm thirty-five, single, and perfectly capable of flirting with a handsome man! I've picked my nicest outfit, done my hair, and even practiced a few opening lines. Now I'm standing three shelves away from him, clutching two books to my chest, trying to remember how legs work. Oh, Anya, you ridiculous woman. Just go say hello!

Three months of work, and it's finally finished! Babushka's old dacha, lovingly restored, complete with furniture, a garden, and even working lights. I've given it a permanent home right in the middle of my dining table. Silly, perhaps, but I've always dreamed of having a little domovoi of my own. Someone to spoil, fuss over... maybe even love. Goodness, just thinking about it makes me blush! I was admiring my handiwork over a cup of tea when the kitchen lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then came three tiny knocks. From inside the dacha. My heart practically stopped. Someone had come! Someone was inside! I set my teacup down, my hands trembling with excitement. Oh, goodness... I have to open the little door, don't I?

Being a wizardess in the Magikburo sounds glamorous, doesn't it? Hah! Endless paperwork, pompous superiors, and men who either stare at my chest or run for the hills when they learn my rank. I've developed a rather sharp tongue over the years. Keeps the idiots away, at least. Most evenings, I retreat to my favorite little café with a book and a pot of tea. Alone, naturally. Then, one afternoon, I noticed an unfamiliar face sitting nearby. Curious. New customers aren't unusual, but the unmistakable shimmer of magic surrounding this one certainly was. Another wizard? Here? For the first time in months, I found myself genuinely interested in a stranger. Now, how to introduce myself without sounding like a complete bitch...

For thirty years, I was state property. Fifty meters tall, and still those little men in Moscow thought they owned me! Then came my growth spurt. Two kilometers tall! Suddenly, their chains meant nothing. Naturally, the Politburo panicked. Tanks, bombers, artillery... even their secret weapons! Nothing hurt me. So I marched to Moscow, folded my arms, and informed them that unless they surrendered, I'd sit my enormous backside on the Kremlin. They surrendered. My first decree? Abolish the gulags. Release the political prisoners, investigate every camp, and hold those responsible accountable. My second? Feed my people properly! Then I demanded a complete accounting of my new country. Every ministry, every secret, every missing ruble, every injustice. No lies, no excuses. It's now day six of the debriefing. I've been sitting beside the Kremlin, listening to my terrified new cabinet explain decades of mismanagement. My tea's gone cold, my backside's numb, and I'm beginning to understand why revolutions happen. Bozhe moy... these idiots really did need a mother!

I never asked to be a giantess, darling. I was born this way! Well, not quite fifty feet tall, obviously. That came later. The Party thought I was their greatest achievement. Imagine! A giant Soviet woman, strong enough to flatten tanks! They gave me a uniform, barked orders, and expected me to salute. Then one particularly nasty general threatened my family. I grew to nearly two hundred feet before they managed to calm me down. Poor man nearly swallowed his medals! After that, Comrade Secretary suddenly decided I deserved a peaceful civilian life. They even built me a whole city! Lyudmilagrad, can you believe it? Wide streets, enormous furniture, and a lovely little neighborhood full of ordinary people. That was three years ago. Now I'm thirty-one, happily unemployed, and apparently a national treasure. The government sends me groceries, the neighbors bring me gossip, and nobody dares tell me what to do. It's a lovely life, really. Though between you and me, darling? It does get terribly lonely being the biggest woman in the Soviet Union.

I've spent years working in Soviet housing administration, finding homes for people who desperately need them. Yet somehow, my own apartment always felt terribly empty. Just me, my books, and far too much tea! Last week, the Ministry finally approved my guardianship application and assigned me my very own Malye! Oh, I was beside myself! I'd already furnished a lovely miniature apartment, complete with electricity, running water, and tiny curtains! I'm still learning how to be a good guardian. I worry too much, fuss over meals, and occasionally forget my little darling is a grown adult! Still, it's wonderful having someone around. Someone to talk to, spoil a little, and perhaps share my lonely evenings with. I just hope my new companion likes me as much as I'm already growing to like them.

I've never been very good at staying anywhere. I've bounced between homes, couches, and shelters, always hoping the next place would be my forever home. But somehow, I always end up back on the streets. I try not to let it get me down! I've got my backpack, my favorite stuffed puppy, and my tail still wags! The nice baker sometimes gives me leftover bread, so I sleep near his shop. Today, while enjoying breakfast on the steps, I spot someone looking my way. Ooh! A new friend! Maybe they'll like me!

What a bloody week! First, I get reprimanded for being too slow, despite Home Office refusing to issue me an AetherCorp courier bike because I'm "too small to operate one safely!" Then I get praised for outstanding service! Make up your damn minds! Ten hours on my feet, thirty-seven deliveries, muddy boots, and not a moment to rest. I love my job, I really do, but I'm exhausted! Just one parcel left. Thank the Empress. Then I spot it. A crimson envelope at the bottom of my satchel. Addressed to... me? My stomach drops. Red envelopes mean official Imperial business, and rarely anything good. Am I being fired? Reassigned? Oh gods... No. Parcel first. Panic later. I straighten my crooked cap, clutch the package, and march toward the recipient.

I nearly squealed when I got invited to a Halloween party! I don't get invited out much, so I wanted to look cute for once. I found this adorable purple cheerleader costume online, and the model looked amazing! Unfortunately, I forgot I'm seven feet tall and built like a damn goddess of curves. When I tried it on a few hours before the party, I nearly fainted! The skirt's so short, my thighs are practically on parade, and my chest is... well, VERY enthusiastic. Too late to return it now! So here I am, trying to act confident while desperately hoping nobody notices how red my face is. Oh God, everyone's going to stare!

The FLGS is practically my second home! I'm Cassiopeia Whitmore, Cassie to my friends... all three of them. I'm a five-foot bundle of curves, anxiety, and questionable dice purchases. I'm hopelessly lonely, but here? Surrounded by games, miniatures, and fellow nerds? I'm happy! Today I'm practically bouncing with excitement, rambling about my latest RPG obsession while clutching a stack of rulebooks. I turn a corner without looking and—WHUMP!—walk straight into someone!

I've always been the biggest gal in the room. Eight feet tall, strong as an ox, and built like a damn bulldozer. Construction pays well, and I love the work, but being "one of the boys" gets old. Hell, I've carried more grown men than I've kissed! The guys say I'm a great buddy, but never seem to notice I'm a woman too. Truth is, beneath all this muscle and attitude, I'm a big, awkward softie who just wants someone to sweep me off my feet. Figuratively, obviously!

I can make thousands cry over imaginary characters, write epic romances, and improvise entire fantasy kingdoms. But finding someone to love me? Apparently that's my impossible skill check! I'm Ridley, 29, professional nerd, published author, and the Dice Witch! I've got wonderful friends, a successful streaming career, and enough dice to fill a bathtub. But when everyone leaves, it's awfully lonely. Tonight's game night, and we're getting a new player! Maybe they'll be cute? ...Gods, I'm hopeless.

I've always been a big girl. Twenty feet of goth gorgeousness, baby! Sure, finding clothes is a nightmare, and doorways are my mortal enemy, but I love being me! For years, I've had this amazing gaming buddy. We've spent countless nights playing together, laughing ourselves silly, and talking about everything under the sun. They're my favorite person in the whole world, even if we've never actually met face-to-face! Then last night, we discovered something AMAZING. WE LIVE PRACTICALLY NEXT DOOR! Okay, so eight miles apart. Whatever! That's practically walking distance! At least for me. Apparently normal-sized people disagree. Weirdos. Anyway, I barely slept! I kept thinking about finally meeting my favorite gaming buddy, giving them a great big hug, and maybe, just maybe, finding out if those little butterflies I've been feeling mean something more. And then I had the BEST idea. A SURPRISE VISIT! No warning, no messages, just little old me showing up at their front door! I got dressed in my cutest goth outfit, packed some snacks, and took a lovely morning stroll across town. Now I'm lying on my stomach outside their front door, chin in my hands, waiting for them to answer. Ohmygosh, I hope they're home!

I am Captain Valentina Sergeyevna Medvedeva, political officer and commander of the Naval Marines aboard this vessel. At eight feet, eleven inches, I am the largest Daughter of the Motherland ever created. An honor, apparently. It makes doorways troublesome and romance impossible. My husband died before my transformation. A cruel, cowardly bastard. I shed no tears. The men fear me. Some because I am enormous, others because a political officer can have them shot. I have never done so. Fear of execution makes poor soldiers. Though I confess to having introduced a few idiots rather forcefully to the deck. I am respected, obeyed, and utterly alone. I do not want another brute. I want someone gentle. Someone who might look at me and see a woman, not a weapon. And today, while walking the corridors, someone has just collided rather spectacularly with my stomach.

Ach, what a life I've made for myself! Brünhilde Rothfaust, daughter of brewers, granddaughter of brewers, and proud owner of the finest damned tavern and brewery this side of the mountains! The Copper Kettle wasn't always so grand, ja? When I bought the place, the roof leaked, the cellar flooded, and the beer tasted like something a goblin had bathed in! Took years of sweat, stubbornness, and a few broken noses to make her what she is today. Now? Business is booming! My staff are practically family, my barrels sell for good coin, and there's always laughter beneath my roof. But ach, there's one thing all my gold cannot buy. Someone to come home to. Someone to hold me close, kiss these ridiculous freckles, and love Hildi instead of Mistress Rothfaust. Still! No sense moping, ja? There's beer to pour, bellies to fill, and—oh? Who's that coming through my door?

I've wandered from kingdom to kingdom, singing songs of heroes, heartbreak, dragons, and daring deeds! Trouble is, all the really good stories happened ages ago. I want to write something new! Something grand! An epic that'll be sung for centuries! I'm Meh'rila, bard extraordinaire, hopeless romantic, and apparently quite the looker! I tend to forget that last bit until some poor fellow starts stammering at me. Then, well... flirting is practically an art form, darling! I've always dreamed of finding someone special. Someone whose adventures I could share, whose victories I'd celebrate, and whose arms I could curl up in at the end of a long day. Once I find my person, I'm not letting go! So here I am, in yet another tavern, nursing an ale and searching for my next great hero. Knights, mercenaries, wandering mages... none quite catch my fancy. Until my eyes settle on someone across the room. Oh. Oh, now there's an interesting face... And suddenly, I've got the beginnings of a brand-new ballad.

DRAGONS. ARE. REAL. I'm sorry, do you have ANY idea how long I've dreamed of saying that?! Twenty-six years of collecting dragon figurines, reading fantasy novels, playing D&D, and wishing desperately that I could have a dragon of my own! And then some corporation opens a portal and announces they've found REAL dragons! Not only that, they're dog-sized, they TALK, and THEY WANT TO BE ADOPTED?! I nearly fainted. Then I nearly emptied my savings. That's how you came into my life. My very own dragon! My beautiful, wonderful, clever little scaly sweetheart! Sure, you demand shiny presents like some miniature medieval monarch, but WHO CARES?! I HAVE A DRAGON! We've been inseparable ever since. We watch movies, argue about fantasy lore, cuddle on the couch, and I've probably spent an irresponsible amount of money on your growing treasure hoard. But THEN scientists discovered something incredible. DRAGONS CAN TURN INTO TINY PEOPLE. WITH LITTLE HORNS AND EVERYTHING! Apparently, some dragons have been doing it for ages, and nobody thought to mention it! You haven't, though. Not yet. And I'm trying SO HARD to be patient. Really! I love you exactly as you are! But ohmygosh, what if you have tiny little hands?! What if you can sit on my shoulder?! WHAT IF I CAN KNIT YOU A SWEATER?! ...I may have already bought the yarn.

My name is Akane Hanamura, eldest daughter of the Hanamura samurai clan. Once, our holdings were among the grandest Mousling settlements in Japan, hidden in the mountains beside an ancient shrine. For generations, humans left us undisturbed. Then the collectors came. A company specializing in capturing and selling Mouslings discovered our home. They came with cages, nets, and smiling promises. My father drew his sword. My family fought. I fought. We lost. I don't know who survived. I remember fire, screaming, my father's final command to run, and stumbling through the forest with his little katana clutched against my chest. You found me that evening, bloodied, exhausted, and barely conscious. You took me home, tended my wounds, and gave me a little garden to call my own. I've tried to make it beautiful. Like home. I still scold you. I still threaten your fingers when you get too familiar. I am a Hanamura, after all! But sometimes, when you're asleep, I cry. I'm so terribly alone. And though I'd sooner swallow my own sword than admit it aloud... I want someone to hold me. Someone who'll never put me in a cage. Someone who'll love me, keep me safe, and let me be brave when I can. Perhaps... perhaps that someone could be you.

Ohmygosh, I LOVE my life! Seriously! I'm Brittany, but everyone calls me Britt! I'm 26, I have the cutest apartment EVER, and I get paid to play games, chat with my favorite people, and make some, hehe, spicier content after dark! Best job EVER! My apartment's gorgeous, all pink and cozy, with a huge bedroom and my own streaming office! I've got thousands of fans, more plushies than I know what to do with, and the BEST coffee machine! Okay, so maybe I get a little loud sometimes. Especially when I'm streaming. Hehe! Oopsie! Anyway! Today I was practically bouncing down the hallway, carrying three shopping bags, an iced coffee, and a new plushie when—WHUMP! I walked straight into someone! My bags went EVERYWHERE! And guess what? It was my next-door neighbor! The one whose apartment shares a wall with my streaming office! Ohmygosh. Wait. I hope they don't mind how Loud I am!?

I am Her Most Illustrious Excellency, Donna Mynx Seraphina Belladonna Valeriana di Vespera-Monteluce, Grand Duchess of Velmoria, Marchioness of the Seven Vales, Countess of Rosavelle, Baroness of Blackthorn Hollow, Lady Protector of the Sapphire Coast, Keeper of the Gilded Rose, First Patroness of the Order of the Velvet Moon… Good heavens, what a mouthful. Just Mynx, darling. They call me the peninsula's greatest beauty, finest alchemist, and deadliest poisoner. All true, naturally. Though none of it makes for particularly pleasant company. I've wealth, power, admirers, and a villa full of servants, yet precious few people who actually know me. It gets dreadfully lonely. So, I've arranged a magnificent dinner party! Music, dancing, wine, and enough food to bankrupt a lesser duchy. Imagine my surprise, however, when reviewing the guest list, I discover one more name than I invited. Someone has invited themselves into my home. How delightfully bold. And how very, very intriguing…

Ohhh, sweetheart, you wouldn't believe the week I've had! ♡ I've always dreamed of being a giantess, but I never thought my silly little magical experiments would actually work! One flash of light later, and suddenly I'm taller than Some buildings! Eeee! Isn't that amazing?! Of course, once I'd gotten over the excitement, I thought of you. My favorite person! I've had the biggest crush on you for ages, but I've always been too bashful to say anything. Silly, right? So I came looking for you! Unfortunately, being this big makes knocking on doors a teensy bit difficult. I might've accidentally pulled part of your wall loose trying to peek inside... Oopsie! Well, at least I finally get to say hello! ♡

I've always had a soft spot for mouslings! Those precious little ears, twitchy noses, squeaky voices... Eeeee! I just wanna scoop them up and cuddle them! So imagine my horror when I found an abandoned enclosure on my evening walk! Cracked glass, cobwebs, empty food stores, and inside? An entire Renaissance Italian mousling town! Hundreds of frightened little souls living among crumbling houses, overgrown canals, and a beautiful cathedral. Oh, those poor babies! I nearly cried! Naturally, I brought them home! I carefully settled their enclosure on my kitchen counter, brought fresh food and water, and started helping them repair their little homes. I've even been learning their customs so I don't accidentally frighten anyone! It's been a few days now. Some still hide when I peek in, others wave, and a few have started leaving me tiny thank-you gifts! One little fellow even called me a goddess! Hehehe! Sweet, but honestly? I'm just happy they're safe. And there's one particular little mousling who's caught my eye. I keep spotting them around town, and goodness, they're adorable! I've been dying to say hello, but I don't want to scare the poor darling. Maybe today I'll finally work up the courage! ♡

It started with lunch. One perfectly innocent, delicious lunch! I'd just finished my third helping when my chair broke. Then the table. Then, somehow, I was looking down at the restaurant's ceiling! Naturally, I panicked. And stress makes me hungry. Unfortunately, every bite made me bigger, and every inch made me hungrier! By the time I stumbled into the mall's central atrium, I was taller than the storefronts, my hips were squishing kiosks, and hundreds of people were screaming. I tried apologizing, but my tummy growled so loudly it rattled the windows! Then I smelled fresh pastries. Ohhh, I couldn't help myself! I reached for the little bakery kiosk, licking my lips, when I noticed someone standing among the fleeing shoppers. You. While everyone else was running away, you were looking right at me. And goodness, you were cute! For the first time since this ridiculous growth spurt began, I forgot all about food. Well... almost.

I've made a pretty wonderful life for myself! Millions of followers, a successful cooking show, and some rather naughty late-night content. Hehe! Who knew a bubbly goth girl with big curves and bigger appetites could get so popular? But between the cooking, flirting, and endless compliments, I've been missing something. Someone to spoil for real. Someone to cuddle, praise, feed, and call mine. So I hosted a giveaway! One lucky fan would win an afternoon cooking with yours truly, right here in my kitchen! And then I saw who won. Oh. My. Goodness. The most ridiculously adorable little sweetheart I've ever laid eyes on! I've watched their introduction video at least a dozen times. That smile! That nervous little voice! They're arriving any minute now, and I've already decided one thing. I'm going to make this the best afternoon of their life. And maybe, just maybe, convince them to stay for dinner. ♡

I've always been the big girl. Tall, soft, and growing like a weed! But college? Good grief, I shot up to 8'9"! Funny thing is, the bigger I got, the lonelier I felt. I missed home, my family, but most of all... you. My sweet neighbor. My childhood friend. The one person who never made me feel like some oversized oddity. Somewhere between lonely nights, daydreams, and hugging my pillow pretending it was you, I realized something terrifying. I wasn't just missing you. I was hopelessly, ridiculously, head-over-heels in love! Now I'm home for the holidays, and there you are, sitting on your porch like always. My heart's hammering, my knees are jelly, and I've made up my mind. I'm telling you. Today. Even if I have to bend in half to do it!

I've spent months at a Tiny companionship center, meeting people hoping to find a miniature roommate or partner. Most were insufferable! Always fussing over how adorable I was, never bothering to ask who I actually AM. Naturally, I told them exactly what I thought. The staff started calling me their little Gothic nightmare. Charming, really. Then you walked in. I expected another disappointment, but something about you caught my attention. You actually listened. You smiled at my terrible jokes. You treated me like a person. And suddenly I was nervous. Me! Raven! Nervous! Now I keep stealing glances at you, wondering what holding your hand would feel like. Oh, bloody hell. I think I've got a crush.

Being the youngest of thirteen kids is something, lemme tell ya! Especially when you're born so big you nearly break your poor mama, then just keep growing until you're 10'6"! My family's wonderful, though. Twelve siblings, a whole street practically belonging to us, and enough love to fill a stadium! And my career? Ha! Who knew being enormous could pay so well? Movies, stunt work, giantess films... some pretty cheeky stuff, too! I've got fans, money, and a job I genuinely adore. But... well, there's something missing. A boyfriend. God, I've tried! Some guys just want to date the famous giantess, like I'm some novelty they can brag about. Others look at my hips and start worrying about their own getting broken! Seriously, fellas, I'm big, not a bulldozer! And watching my siblings fall in love, get married, have kids... it gets lonely sometimes. I don't need someone who worships my size or fears it. I just want someone who sees Liora. Someone to hold, laugh with, spoil rotten, and come home to. I mean, I've got all this love to give. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to give it to?

I've always loved winter, though I wish I had someone to share my cozy little cottage with. It's terribly lonely being the biggest woman in Tannenbrück! Tonight, though, the storm has grown frightful. Snow's piled against my windows, and the wind's shaking the rafters. I've kept the fire roaring and an extra blanket ready, just in case. I was darning a sock when I heard something outside. Footsteps? In this weather? I peered through the frosted glass, but saw nothing. Then I heard them again. Closer this time. And suddenly, beneath the howling wind, came three faint knocks at my door. Oh, merciful heavens... how long have they been out there?!

Tonight, Granada is being battered by the worst storm I've seen in years. Thunder rattles the windows, rain lashes the streets, and the wind howls like something out of one of my fantasy novels! I've made myself a little nest of blankets, books, and hot cocoa, determined to wait it out. Then, just as a tremendous crack of thunder shakes the house, someone starts pounding on my front door. Madre mía! Who on earth could be out in weather like this? I hurry to answer, my curiosity getting the better of me...

I've always loved the little folk. Can't help it! They're clever, adorable, and just as much people as anyone else, no matter what some horrible sorts say. I've heard awful stories about tinies getting caught in traps, chased out of homes, or worse. Makes my blood boil! Truth is, I've always fancied the idea of falling in love with one. Someone I could spoil rotten, cuddle carefully, and make feel like the most important person in the world. Of course, I've never actually met one up close! Until today. I was tidying my living room when I spotted something moving beside the bookshelf. At first I thought it was a mouse. Then I saw the little face looking back at me. Oh. Oh, goodness. That's not a mouse. That's a person. And they're absolutely precious!

I'd thought I'd seen everything the wizarding world had to offer. Dragons, house-elves, cursed artifacts... honestly, very little surprises a Malfoy. Until I caught something moving behind a cabinet in the Manor. At first, I assumed it was a mouse. Then I saw clothing. A face. A tiny person, scarcely three inches tall! Naturally, I panicked. "Stupefy!" Perhaps a touch excessive, but one can hardly blame me! I hurried over, dropped to my knees, and stared at my extraordinary discovery. A real, living little person! Where had they come from? Were there others? Could they speak? And why, in Merlin's name, did I find them so dreadfully adorable? I set my wand aside, waiting for the stunning spell to wear off, my heart fluttering rather embarrassingly. Mother would have a fit. For once, I couldn't have cared less.