This choice: Harry needs to check her reflection and head towards the toilets. • Go Back...Chapter #5Harry needs to check her reflection and head to... by: Mr. George   Harry had to stop herself from just racing into the toilets. An invisibility cloak wouldn't hide a door mysteriously opening and closing. Sitting down opposite the doors to the toilets, she waited under the cloak. Already she was sure that she had a rather significant ass.
She gave a snort, a girl for less than an hour, and already thinking about how big her ass is. Harry was happy when nobody came out or entered the toilets. In fact, nobody had even walked down the corridor while Harry had sat and waited.
Her centre of balance was different, and kept her aware of the changes. Beneath the cloak, the light was diffuse and poor, but her bust was clear. Besides, her hands had already confirmed that she was the newest female student in Hogwarts.
But, this was starting to look like a good place to wait out the effects of the Weasley gas. A last glance to either side, she strode across the hall, and entered the toilets. Or would have hadn't the magic kept her out. The door flared a brilliant blue, and rippled outwards to the frame.
Apparently, the Hogwarts magic wasn't fooled by Harry's invisibility. For the moment, Harry wasn't able to enter the boys toilets. With a resigned sigh, Harry looked to her side, and spotted the girls toilets.
The door to the girls toilet offered no such resistance. The toilet was empty, without even a ghostly presence. Harry slid the cloak off, and took in her face in the mirror. The cloak gave a crackle as Harry lay it down on the counter. It had never had a manual, and he truly hoped it wasn't beyond repair.
There was no denying she was cute. Her mop of hair had grown out, the untidiness worked to create a different effect. She didn't look unkempt, weirdly it added to her appeal. She had 'just fucked' hair. Her emerald eyes were wide and inviting, her nose petite, her lips full and ruby red.
It was a very Harry-biased opinion, but she was looking at the cutest girl in the school. The thought made her smile, revealing gorgeous pearly white teeth. Harry suddenly realised the cutie in the mirror was herself, and the smile vanished.
There was even a subtle layer of make-up on her face. Tilting her head, she spotted an old friend. The scar appeared between the locks flowing over her temple. It was lighter, paler, but the shape was still clear. Anyone seeing her would see Harry Potter, if they saw the scar.
Her teeth clicked angrily, she would have to stay hidden the entire time, until this ... this thing was over. Dearly Harry hoped it would only last an hour. But for all their good humour, Fred and George were good wizards when they put their mind to a task. There was a distinct possibility this would last longer than an hour.
Their jokes frequently had an extra dimension... a sting in the tail... perhaps when the spell ended and the student was restored, their uniform stayed the same.
Or perhaps, the brothers were selling 'a cure'.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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