"Damnit! It must be Fred and George. It's the only explanation."
Ginny flung another undersized skirt back into her trunk and sat down on the edge of Hermione's bed, sighing. She'd dragged her trunk through into her friend's dorm first thing that morning, the moment she'd realised that yesterday hadn't just been an anomaly - NONE of her clothes fit.
"I suppose it must be," acknowledged Hermione, trying to button up a shirt with little success. "I don't suppose they could have been shrunk any other way?"
"None that I can think of!" Ginny lay back on Hermione's bed with a sigh. The two had barely made it back to Gryffindor tower last night, so stuffed were they from the feast - Ginny hadn't even had time to change into her nightclothes before she'd collapsed into bed and fallen immediately asleep. Now though her stomach was rumbling hungrily again - the pair's clothing trouble had already made them a few minutes late for breakfast.
"Well, I've tried every counter-charm I know and they've done nothing." Hermione complained, looking put-out. She didn't like being outdone - especially not by the Weasley twins. "We'll have wear these for now, and talk to them at breakfast. It's not like we CAN'T wear the things, after all."
Ginny just harrumphed, too annoyed to bother forming a sentence. She still had a red mark around her middle where the waistband of her skirt had chafed the previous night, and she did not at all like the prospect of having to put on more clothes that didn't fit. She wasn't exactly nervous about showing her body (that would require some modicum of self-awareness, after all) but she preferred it when her clothes didn't feel like they were cutting her in half.
"Why can't we just use that spell you used on the train yesterday?" she asked, suddenly remembering it, "I mean, as long as we stick away from the main gate we should be fine, right?"
"There's a reason witches don't go around wearing transfigured clothes if they can help it, Ginny," Hermione began. "If you get too close to a counter-spell, or go through a charmed entranceway like I did last night – well, you saw what happened. It was irresponsible of me even to try it. It can be dangerous! Cindrolda the Wise, the headmistress of Hogwarts back in the 1700s, was almost killed when her dress turned back into a pumpkin after her transfiguration was…"
Ginny had tuned out though, as she normally did when Hermione started lecturing. She glanced down at herself distractedly, and frowned as she noticed that even her bra was too tight, her breasts spilling out in every direction. W-wait! Did -did that mean Fred and George had been through her underwear?
Before she could think much on it though, she realised Hermione had stopped talking and was looking at her expectantly.
"Uhm… yes?" She guessed, trying ineffectually to work out what the question might have been.
"Fine! Sure. Ignore my advice then," Hermione complained huffily, "I'm going to go and get breakfast; the spell is 'Espandere Aksis'. Good luck!" And with that, the older girl stomped out, shirt still only half-buttoned over her chest. Ginny raised an eyebrow as she watched her go, but once she was gone she turned back to the clothes in her trunk, considering. She really didn't want to wear clothes as uncomfortably tight as yesterday's if she could help it… well, what harm could it really do anyway? She grabbed a shirt that she distinctly remembered fitting last year, and tapped it with her wand.
"Espandere Aksis."
As if by magic – which of course it was – the shirt loosened, expanding all over. She grinned to herself – why hadn't Hermione wanted to use this again? It worked great!
A few minutes later she stood in front of the mirror back in her own dorm, admiring her reflection. She'd cast the 'Espandere Aksis' charm on, altogether, her shirt, her skirt, her jumper, and her underwear. She'd even managed to get that cute bra she'd grown out of a couple of years ago to fit again. She only brought it to Hogwarts nowadays for sentimental reasons – she never thought she'd actually wear it again!
Smiling happily to herself as she imagined how uncomfortable Hermione must be right then compared to her, she pulled on her shoes (one of the few things she hadn't had to cast a spell on to make fit) and skipped downstairs towards the Great Hall, stomach grumbling loudly in anticipation of the meal that awaited her.