Calista almost walked into the mudblood Hermione Granger. Her nose buried in a parchment, a surge of emotions and confusion washed over her, as she spotted the Gryffindor. Sneaking a quick look at the parchment, as she drew her wand. Calista's thoughts went to Draco, and the hat telling her she'd be a great candidate for Slytherin.
It was a map! The damned fool girl still needed a map to navigate the castle. Stories of her intelligence were clearly Gryffindor boasting. Calista knew exactly how to get revenge of them for this assault on her House, and her dignity.
Bimbonicus
Fondo Engorgio
Petta Cresce
The three spells hit her in rapid succession. The light in her eye dimmed, and she looked sad and lost. Realising something was wrong, and lost. Glancing back to the map, she frowned in confusion. Looking back up from the map, she seemed to see Calista for the first time, and fled the smirking Slytherin. Her bust heaved as she whipped around on the spot. The girls taking a moment to catch up. Hermione struggling to adjust to her newer, fuller bust.
The sight of her rump rippling and rolling as she ran was a delight. She almost deserved a bunny tail, to match that timid, flighty personality.
"Who'd think of her as the brightest witch of her age, ever again." Calista thought. "No-one! Not with that ass and those titties." she nodded in satisfaction, the assault on the mighty Slytherin house, at least partially answered.
She stood taller, thrusting her own more modest bust forward proudly. Her happiness spoiled slightly by the uncertainty. She knew she was a great witch... but a niggling part wondered if she was a friend of Draco... like a male friend. The damned amnesia had ripped away that surety.
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