She patted Harry's cheek in silent approval. Her face still a little tight, "No, that's not quite right." she muttered with Scottish dourness.
Donna Perfetta
Harry felt a wave of heat wash over her skin. Prickling, as if she were being run through a car wash, her skin felt scrubbed and cleaned. A level of cleanliness he'd never experienced before. Her hair already feeling awkwardly long... too long, was tidying itself. As invisible brushes ran through it, again and again.
Despite their unreality, they still tugged, drawing girlish hisses and mumbled objections from Harry. Though in Padma's voice they didn't seem to carry quite the same weight. A cocoon of light span around Harry's head hiding the rest of the room from her. She was unaware of it descending to hide her entire body.
But, once encased, Harry felt her clothes vanish in an instant. A squeak of surprise and outrage spilled out. Hands pinned to her side she couldn't even cover her nudity. Moments later, she didn't need to, as she felt new clothes appear over her body. They felt smoother, softer and more expensive against her skin. She could tell they were cut to fit her new body, and already wanted to tug at the unfamiliar items.
The panties felt just too snug, and the bra was surely too tight and confining. Feeling the cocoon thin and fade Harry regained control of her body. Her hands exploring the unfamiliar clothes. Before the light faded away entirely, two stings drew squealing protests, as her ears were pierced and the weight of earrings appearing was impossible to miss.
There was a dusty cloud of colour, Harry shut her eyes as it whirled around her, at times brushing over her features as if sand-blasting them. Feeling them fade, a smile returned to Harry's face. It was different, her tongue darting out finding lipstick coating her lips, leaving a faint waxy after-taste. Blinking in the light she could feel the make-up the completed the transformation. Her magic may have given him the perfect copy of Padma's body, but it was the professor's that completed the disguise with it's knowledge of beautification spells.
Harry beamed at his reflection in the mirror, she was dressed in her ballgown. Professor McGonagall beamed at the new girl, obviously happy at how well her spell had turned out. Hermione looked if anything a little jealous, with a mix of curiosity about the magic battling for her reaction. But she managed a smile for Harry.
"Now you're perfect." The professor announced with a catch in her voice.
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