When it was decided that you would go spend the summer before your seventh year with your friend Kayla Green, Kayla let out a squeal of delight.
"Great!" she said while you traveled on the train back to Kings' Cross. "Now will be the perfect time to give you that makeover."
"Makeover?" you said. "What on earth do i need a makeover for?"
Your friend pursued her lips. You took out your pocket mirror and looked at yourself. You didn't think you were that bad looking. Sure, your black hair seemed to always be tangled because you were always flying with the Quidditch team, you wore glasses (not that that was a bad thing), you were never really one for make-up, and you didn't like tight fitting clothing. What was wrong with that?
"Don't get me wrong, Taylor," Kayla said. "I think you're pretty, but you could look so much better. My mom's agreed to perform this spell on your eyes so that you never have to wear glasses again (almost like that thing Muggles call 'Laser Surgery). I bought this new shampoo that you only have to use once a month and your hair stays fresh and straight for that whole month. You have a really nice figure too, why not show it off? And you don't even really have to wear make-up, just mascara and lip gloss. Plus, we can finally make it so that that cute Sirius Black notices you."
You almost gagged then. "Sirius Black?" you said, incredulously. "Why on earth would I want Sirius Black to notice me?"
"Taylor Trinket, you are not about to tell me that you don't fancy Sirius Black."
"I am and I will. I . . . do . . . not . . . fancy . . . Sirius . . . Black. Why would I? He's picked on me ever since first year! He's a complete and total --"
The compartment door opened and it was none other than Sirius Black. He smirked at Kayla who looked at him with a look of disdain. "Hullo, Kayla . . . Four-eyes," he said.
You had no clue as to why he didn't like you. Maybe it was for the pure fact that in first year, you had accidentally knocked him out of the boats carrying first years to the castle. You had apologized!
"Black," Kayla said.
"You know, if you ever get bored hanging out with Four-Eyes, Kayla, there's always room in the Marauder's compartment."
"I think I'd rather croak than hang out with you and the Marauders."
"Aw, come on, Remus has been looking forward to talking to you."
"Really? -- I mean, no thanks."
Kayla looked sad for a minute. She was beautiful. Her brown hair, unlike yours, traveled in waves halfway down her back. Her blue eyes sparkled openly. She didn't really have to really wear make-up but it only enhanced her beautiful feature.
"Suit yourself," Sirius said, walking off.
"Wanker," you said, finishing your sentence. "Just go, Kay," you added when you're friend still looked sad. She had a definite (sp?) crush on Remus Lupin.
"Are you kidding?" she said, surprised. "Remus Lupin is just a guy! You're my best friend!"
You smiled and you and Kayla enjoyed the rest of the trip home together.

The 'Makeover' got started as soon as you and Kayla reached her house.
Kayla held you still as her mom pointing her wand at your eyes. "Now, you have to hold still dear," she said, as you took off your glasses. "One wrong move and you could either get blinder or lose your eyes all together."
"Gee, mom, way to make her feel better about this," Kayla said.
Bravely, you opened your eyes as her mom said the spell. There was a bright flash of light and things went dark for a second. You had thought you had gone blind but realized that Kayla had put a blindfold over your eyes. "The book says that we're not supposed to let your eyes be pierced by light for close to fifteen hours," Kayla said.
You let Kayla drag you around the house, you stumbling over things as you went. Kayla plopped you down again and began messing with your hair.
"From now on, Taylor," she said, "when you play Quidditch, i want you to pull your hair back, okay? Don't go around with it all willy-nilly because that's why it's so tangled in the first place."
It seemed to take hours for the stupid 'Makeover' to be done. Kayla used this pouch thing to cover up your hair (which you distinctively felt hit your shoulders).
"Tomorrow," she said, as you climbed into bed, "we'll reveal your new eyes and hair, put on some makeup, and go to Diagon Alley to try you out, what do you say?"
"Does it really matter what I say?" you asked.
"Not really."
"Goodnight Kay."
"Goodnight."