AN: Heyas! I forgot to mention Sound Of Music was fantastic! They got a standing ovation! WAHOO! I'm wired on caffeine here because me and Christine bought Sprites during intermission. I have to type quietly so as not to disturb my 'rents snoring upstairs. :)

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"Whoa, Unidentified Flying Shoe!" Tara said, coming into my room.
I was rummaging through my closet looking for an outfit and tossing out everything I hated, even if it meant shoes. I looked up.
"Sorry." I said.
"Oh, hey! No problem, try being hit in the head with one at your cousin's wedding!" Tara replied, chuckling.
I laughed, then again started chucking things out of my closet.
"Hermione, you know, you could just BORROW something and it would make it a whole lot less.....messier?" Tara said.
"Stop trying to rub in the fact you've got a better wardrobe than me!" I shouted back to her.
"I'm not saying that! It's just...well....this is probably a formal thing, meeting Harry Potter's "friend that happens to be a girl." Tara explained.
"You're wise for a person who designs robes, my friend." I said, getting up and walking to her room.
"Try working with three other ladies who's whole lives depend on this kind of gossipy stuff." Tara complained.
"Ok, welcome to my room. Here's the closet!" Tara said, showing it off like those weird ladies on The Price Is Right.
"Haha, very funny, Vanna White." I said sarcastically.
"Yes, now then. Would you wish to wear a skirt or pants?" Tara said formally.
"Skirt....." I said uncertainly.
"ALRIGHT! OVER TO THE DARK SIDE!" She crowed.
"Yes, I suppose so. Even though I've already worn skirts before." I said, dryly.
"Of course you have, Hermione. I'm just saying...well, you kind of need to." Tara suggested.
"Ok."
Tara went into her closet, dug around for about seven minutes and came back out again with a fuzzy glittery-pink sweater and a silver pleather skirt.
I wrinkled my nose but didn't say anything. I knew Tara's style was different.
"How about something a bit.....darker?" I asked, "I want to look sophisticated. Not like I just came from the Yellow Brick Road."
Tara frowned for a moment in concentration, and then went back to her closet. She emerged with what looked like a boy's blue blazer with white cuffs and a black skirt with a zigzagged rickrack border on the bottom. I swallowed hard.
"I've been saving it! I made it a while ago after I picked up this old blazer from a thrift shop." Tara held it up so I could get a good view.
"I see. Well. It's interesting!" I said with false cheerfulness.
"Wear it." Tara said, shaking the skirt.
"What?" I cried.
"Wear it!" She repeated.
"No...I'm really not much of a long-skirt person." I said, stuttering an excuse.
She looked at me.
"Alright, alright! I'll wear it!" I said, getting off the bed and taking the hangers from her. She smiled.
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"This is the last outfit I ever borrow from you! You make me look like I'm 26 instead of 20!" I said, standing in front of her full-length mirror. I can't deny it looked good, but it made me look old.
"Now for your makeup!" Tara exclaimed gleefully.
"MAKEUP!?" I thundered.
"Well, you aren't going without some eyeliner on." Tara said.
"You sound like a mother gone horridly wrong." I muttered, sitting on a chair in front of her vast supply of makeup.
Tara turned on the lights to her Hollywood-style vanity mirror.
"First we need to do your eyes!" Tara said, grabbing a eyebrush and a palette of blues, purples, dark browns, reds, and other assortments of eyeshadow. She dusted this white powder stuff on my eyelids first, (she told me it was so the eyeliner didn't seperate and for the contourer for other layers of shadow.) Next she applied light blue eyeshadow (again, to blend) and then some dark blue shadow and finally she blew silver sparkles onto my eyes. She let me look in the mirror and I screamed, "What did you do to me!?!" Tara looked at me and I ceased from saying anything more. Tara then applied about three layers of mascara and used liquid eyeliner in Twinkle Dust.
"You look like Christina Aguilera!" Tara said, in a fake tearful voice.
"Do lipstick next!" I said, quickly checking my watch.
"Hold your horses, I'll get there!"
She however applied blush and foundation next. She took a tan blusher and swiped it across my cheekbone to the center of my face and then pink blush, then red. Next she did lipstick. First she outlined my lips in "Cherry Blasters" lipliner and then applied "Woodsey" and then put two coats of glosser on my lips and I was done.
"Good luck!" Tara said, as I drove out of the driveway, giving me a thumbs up.