Winton got a basketball scholarship to a really good state college. They expected him to be a basketball. The staff wizard in the physical education department spiked Winton‘s Gatorade with a transfiguration potion. By the next morning, Winton was a basketball. He spent four years in the equipment locker, occasionally pulled out for practices. Once, he was a game ball. But it wasn’t a special game. Or the team all would’ve signed him and put them in the trophy case. After four years, they changed them back. Oddly enough, he was the only member of the basketball squad to graduate.