Who is the person holding Buffy?

Cordelia Chase

"Buffy?" said the giantess's voice again. "Is that you?"

"Cordelia?" asked Buffy. "Er, yes, it's me. Can you put me down, please? You're starting to hurt my ribs."

"Sorry, Buffy," said Cordelia. "I'll put you in my purse."

"No!" cried Buffy. "Not your purse!"

But it was too late. Before Buffy knew it, she was surrounded by eyebrow pencils and tubes of lipstick and all sorts of cosmetics stuff, all of which was larger than normal. She even found what she thought was a white handkerchief which she could use to cover herself but alas, it proved to be a white Kleenex tissue, instead, which meant that it ripped in half when she tried to pull on it.

"Gee, Buffy," said Cordelia. "I always knew that you were a bit shorter than me, but this is ridiculous."

"This wasn't my idea," said Buffy. "Someone put a spell on me."

"Oh, really?" asked Cordelia. "You mean like a witch?"

"Yes."

"In that case, I should probably take you to Giles."

"No," said Buffy. "Not while I'm wearing no more than a tissue."

"Well, I have some doll clothes at home that might fit you," said Cordelia.

"You have doll clothes?" asked Buffy.

"Hey, I was once a little girl, too, you know," said Cordelia. "No pun intended, of course."

"Of course," said Buffy.

"But first I have three more classes I need to go to," said Cordelia. "And of course, cheerleading practice right after that."

"Can't you skip any of that today?" asked Buffy.

"Sorry, Buffy," said Cordelia as she closed up her purse. "It's not my fault that I happen to have a full social schedule."

Oh, great, thought Buffy. At this rate, it will be hours before I even get close to anyone who can try to break this spell. I sure hope Cordelia keeps some candy in this purse...