Here is the next chapter of my story. Please read and review love Sag x
Padma and Parvati had separate bedrooms and bathrooms but shared a common living room in their wing of the house. They were packing their bags for Hogwarts. Padma had looked up what the weather there would be like and so she was packing various jackets. She adored princess jackets and had many in various colours. As far as fashion went there was the muggle fashion and then the Indian fashion both of which were very different for Padma. As far as muggle clothing went she loved long sleeved dresses which could be worn over leggings with any variety of flat or heeled boot or t bar shoe. Her favourite colours were purple and teal so she had many dresses in those colours as well as the colours of the rainbow. The only colours she hated being yellow and peach. She would never wear these two colours. She had various jeans, converse shoes and flowing tops with matching cardigans. She had some gorgeous teal long earrings and necklaces she had packed in her jewellery box to bring to school. She liked to wear minimal makeup which complimented her appearance well. Pooja had taught her how to find her right colours and everything.
As for Indian clothing she loved to wear red silk saris and things trimmed with gold. Blue silk also looked wonderful on her as did cream. She had special heels to go with each outfit and matching jewellery too. Pooja was delighted one of her daughters had sensible taste. For her nightwear Padma loved leopard print pyjamas in either silk or cotton with matching dressing gowns and heeled slippers. Heeled slippers were a guilty pleasure for her. She always felt like you should be smart but elect to look beautiful at each moment too in case someone important might randomly see you. She'd discussed her fashion with Harry when he'd asked her about it. Actually he'd been curious because she'd looked so bad at the yule ball the last time. When he'd found out she was set to be married to someone else before him and that this family had wanted to control her style choices he now understood why she'd looked so bad before. He had much better style then he'd had the last time round too so it was all good.
When she'd asked him if there was anything he'd rather she didn't wear he was offended. He told her she should wear whatever she liked as long as she was comfortable and it wasn't frumpy looking. She was delighted he was so casual in what he expected of her. It was a relief. Blaise expected many things of Parvati and it was a bit much she felt herself but was happy none the less. Blaise expected Parvati to wear a lot of designer clothing and to match with him regularly. If they weren't in the same house this would be hard as if they didn't match she'd need to change into something which would match him. At least on weekdays it wouldn't be an issue just when they wore normal clothing at the weekends. Parvati loved bold colours and prints. If she could find anything with glitter on it, it was guaranteed to make her smile. She loved big jewellery pieces and loads of make-up and nail paints. It was like comparing the style of Madonna with the style of Audrey Hepburn or someone. They both got on famously though. Since birth they'd had a twin bond which meant they could communicate telepathically much the same as the Weasley twins did.
Harry had been a regular visitor at their home and came by several times a week for dinner. Each time he came he gave flowers to Pooja who loved it so much. Harish loved that Harry who was fast becoming the son they never had thought so much about his darling wife like that. Whenever Blaise had come over he'd brought firewhiskey for Harish something the man cared a great deal about too. In comparison to whom he'd actually been considering for his daughters he was so very proud to have made the right decision. Tomorrow they were off to school. Padma giggled as Tilly popped in to hand her a purple enchanted rose bought by Harry for her from the enchanted rose emporium. He knew it was her favourite colour and those roses lasted a lifetime. She squealed with joy and thanked Tilly for the rose placing it inside a vase on her bedside locker. He really did love her didn't he?
When she was finally finished packing her clothing, makeup, skin care, accessories and school supplies she asked her personal house elf Mila for a cardamom hot chocolate in her living room. She sat in the living room in front of the fire waiting for her hot chocolate when Parvati ran in.
"I went looking for you. Was that an enchanted rose on your bedside locker? Wow Harry Potter is more romantic then I thought he could be. I am so happy for you" Parvati squealed as Pooja who had come to check they were properly packed smiled brightly.
"Yes it was. Oh Parvi he's perfect. He's so romantic and it is my favourite colour too. I did tell him one time I just didn't think he'd remember it. Dad really made good choices!" she said with joy as Pooja entered the room.
"Are you girls all packed and ready for tomorrow? I saw that rose Paddi. It's very special. I still have the one your father gave me. Look after Harry for me ok. He's a very special young man and he loves you so very much" Pooja said kissing her daughter on the head.
"I will mum. I didn't know you had one from daddy. That's lovely. Yes I'm all ready and packed for tomorrow. Now I must think about what to wear to the station. I want to make a good impression after all. Will you help me with my hair mum?" said Padma as Pooja smiled and agreed. Mila popped back in with the hot chocolate which Padma enjoyed a lot. Soon she was in her room again preparing for a bath when she looked down at her body and sighed. Pooja entered and saw her daughters' sad face and looked confused.
"Padma darling what is it sweetheart?" she asked as Padma jumped. She hadn't even seen her mum come in.
"Look at me mum! I'm too thin and I don't have boobs large like yours. I got my period last month for the first time and my boobs are still relatively flat. How will he like me when he learns I'm not as beautiful as you?" she said suddenly feeling highly insecure and crying as Pooja rushed forward hugging her daughter closely.
"Padma darling I'm grown up and you are not. When you get to be a little older your boob size will increase for sure. I don't know what size they will be as they could be smaller or larger than mine. Harry is a good boy and doesn't think like that I assure you. To be honest as with most boys he's probably concerned about what you might think of him. Yes that might sound crazy but it is true. Don't worry about it sweetheart. I love you just as you are and so does he!" she said as Padma nodded and dried her eyes.
"Ok mum thank you so much for helping to ease my mind. You know how I am with the whole overthinking things too much!" she said with a watery laugh. As her mother left she shed her bath robe and slipped into the nice warm bubble bath Mila had prepared for her. Sometimes being a girl was so very hard as you experienced many irrational thoughts you could do nothing about. Everything new was scary. Her mother was so beautiful she just hoped to be as good looking as her when she got older. Blaise Zabini who would marry Parvati was gorgeous as well. He had sallow skin, long brown hair and the deepest green/blue eyes. Parvati was lucky he cared so much for her. Harry was also gorgeous and showered Padma with gifts something she loved but hadn't asked for. It was just something he'd decided to do for her so twice a month he'd buy her something new or get her something new from one of his many vaults. She'd told him she'd be researching to find out which name would be best for her to take which he said was fine. He didn't mind that at all and thought it to be quite clever.
Mila came into the bathroom a bit weepy. She'd miss her Miss Paddi so much when she was away at school. Padma told her she'd still need her there though so it was something at least. Mila approached the bath gently dunking Padma's head in the water as she lathered her up with soap and began to wash it carefully stroking through all of the knots in it with her delicate fingers. Padma sighed in contentment. She asked Mila if she'd mind also washing her hair for her at school as she found it most relaxing. Mila agreed to that at once. She loved her Miss Paddi so much and loved Harry by extension because he made her Miss so happy. After the bath Mila dried her hair and helped her into her pyjamas and tucked her in. Soon enough she was sound asleep. Tomorrow would be such an exciting day.