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Aloysius the house elf into Gryffindor dormitory to find Molly Michon. He had a delivery for her: a large apothecary bottle, just over half-full of some questionably murky concoction. The bottle was of sufficient size that he had opted to trundle it along on a little cart, being a house elf of no uncommon strength.

Tied to the bottle's neck was a little note, somewhat blotchy with ink and various substances. It read:

Miss Michon:

This bottle contains the prototype of the potion you had requested me to attempt. If it works as I hope it will, only specific aspects of the nervous system will be rejuvenated. I must caution you not to hope for much: there is a chance you will find yourself a child inhabiting an adult's body; there is also a chance you will find yourself afflicted with physical side effects having little to do with age. Rest assured that whatever eventuates will be but temporary. This means that if the potion does work as hoped, of course, you will need continual doses.

Please do keep me informed of the potion's effects. We will refine the recipe to suit, or we may scrap it altogether and start afresh if need be.

- S. Maturin.