She may have missed him if she wasn't looking proper. But he was there. Just really, reaaaaally small. That's what happened when you prepared to make an entrance into Professor Glendower's History of Magic class by taking a shrinking solution. He'd brought the antidote, but in the meantime Mordaunt was rowing up to class upon a disk of French milled soap and using a matchstick as a makeshift sort of oar.

"Nice t'see yer again, Professeh Glendower." Came his tiny little voice. Cutty steered the disk of French milled soap toward the legs of his seat sliding on the floor and said, "Carpe Retractum." again in his tiny voice. Having hoisted himself up onto the seat proper, he removed the antidote and took a swig of it, returning to normal height. He cleared his throat and then at once engorgio'd his supplies for class.