DISCLAIMER: I OWN DOMOVOI AND LOUISE, AND ANY OTHER CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS OF MY OWN/CHRIS'S CREATION. ANY OTHERS ARE PROPERTY OF J K ROWLING
Chapter Two: Diagon Alley
I twirled around in awe. Various, unusual smells and sights assaulted me, a cacophony of squawking owls ringing in my ears. My pivot came to a halt as I spotted him. " Dom, Dom over her!" I called. He briskly walked over to join me.
"This is brilliant," I gasped. He just grinned before walking towards a shop named, "The casual wizards shop". Muggle looking clothes were everywhere, ordinary items that people at my old school would wear all the time. However, these had charms on them that made them change colour, fly, hum and sing, and loads of other cool things.
"I'm going to go look in the ladies section," I informed Dom.
"Okay, sure," he replied, obviously distracted. Shaking my head in amusement, I walked over to the nearest shelf. As I browsed through hangers on a rack, Dom appeared.
"I'm just heading to the changing rooms to try these trainers on," he looked nervous, as he shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot avoiding eye contact. What was going on?
"Why do you need to go into a changing room to try on shoes?" I asked, puzzled.
He paused for a minute, before stammering. "... umm... need to sit down, yes, I need to sit down to get them on properly."
I eyed him sceptically, before without a sound, he pointed towards the cubicle he was going to and locked the door. Turning my attention back to the rack, I found a floaty knee length summer skirt, in a shade of fresh, crisp winter snow, the fabric swooshing as it moved. Hmmm.. I thought, I need Doms opinion. Heading over to the changing rooms, I barged in. "Dom do you think this skirt would suit..." I stopped as before me stood Dom, his toenails painted with zebra stripes. A scheming grin crept across my face.
As he stood there like a deer caught in headlights, I chuckled. "Now I see why you wanted a changing room," as I closed the door, locking it. He hurridly tried to make an excuse but I interrupted.
"I'm guessing you wouldn't want me to tell anyone about this Dom?"
"No!" He cried, "Don't tell, please!" I felt my smile broaden.
"Well then, I guess you won't mind getting a little dressed up." I was going to enjoy this, a lot. Good job, I packed spare clothes, I thought, as from my bag I produced a pair of 4 inch Jimmie Choo Heels in nude, a hazelnut pleated skirt, a baby pink ruffled shirt reading "Pygmy Puff Girl", an old lace bra, 5 bottles of various shaded nail polish (turquoise, violet, magenta, black, white) and my trusty make up kit.
"Oh god," Doms eyes widened as I slowly nodded in confirmation. Within minutes he was ready, the skirt reaching just below his knee (It was shorter on him as he was taller), the bra and shirt on with socks stuffed in it, his fingers and toes painted zebra, I left for a few moments, returning with a long, curly jet black wig which I secure on his head. Makeup was then plastered across his face. First I had used tinted moisturiser, to give his skin a warm, soft glow. Then I had applied self tanning agents to make his skin slightly tanner in colour as apposed to his albino self. Thick, longer lashes Miss Sporty mascara coated his eyelashes and his eyes were rimmed with thick charcoal eyeliner. Emerald green eye shadow widened his eyelids. His lips were plump and glossed with first a strawberry lip balm and then Maybelline New York lip pumping gloss.
I turned him around slowly towards the mirror. "Meet Donna," I whispered in his ear.
"That can't be me, he spluttered. I smiled so much my face ached.
"This isnt even the best part. I hope you like your new look, cause you're gonna be wearing it all day." I beamed as pirouetted sharply but gracefully towards me.
"You said you wouldn't let anyone know!" he accused.
"I'm not!" I tried to console him. "You said yourself that you were unrecognisable, and even if someone does recognise you, you can just say I dared you to."
He let out a sigh and I knew I had won, again. Unlocking the door, I lead him back to the busy street, the white skirt I had browsed forgotten. This was going to be fun.
