Disclaimer: Giving credit here to JK Rowling and her wonderful world of wizardry and magic. I don't own anything here but my imagination.
"Granger! Fancy meeting you here..." He was resplendent in tailored robes, the gleaming Malfoy crest pinned to his breast.
I bit back my self-reserve and gave a haughty smile. "Well, if you must know- when a girl is due for a transformation she finds herself searching high and low for quality potions . Such a feat is tiring."
"Transformation, you say? If you want to see a wildebeest why don't you just stand in front of a mirror?"
"I am planning to make a social appearance, now bugger off, wanker."
"Oh, looks like someone's got their knickers in a twist!"