I got up a little early that morning and found myself actually primping. I was afradi someone would wake up, so I took extra care to be very quiet. I walked out into the common room and saw no Emma. Then I heard someone walking down the stairs that led to the girls' room. I looked up and saw Emma frowning and pulling at her robes.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Do I REALLY have to wear THESE for the rest of the school year?"
I nodded with an apollegtic smile on my face.
"But... but... They're so, bland. And I mean, how are we supposed to express our individuality if we all look exactly the same?"
Emma pulled a mirror out of one of her pockets and checked her hair. I was wondering to myself what Professor McGonogall was going to think when she saw that make-up. Not a lot. Just a little bit of mascara and some shimmery suff on her eyes and cheeks. But she looked beautiful and she really did have the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.
"... and black is really a bad color on me. I mean, don't get me wrong. It looks great on some people, like you for example, but warm colors really look better on me, you know?"
I had completely lost track of what Emma was saying, I couldn't stop staring at her.
"Let's just go down to get some breakfast real quick and then we can go look around." I said.
"Alright," Emma said with a warm smile. I held my arm out to her and she accepted. We stopped by the Great Hall and got some toast and were off. I showed her all around the campus and told her where her classes were going to be according to her schedule. We had all of our classes together since we were in the same house, which was great with me.
"We should probably get to Transfiguration." I said. "McGonogall will flip her lid if we're late."
"Okay, can we just stop by the bathroom real quick?" Emma asked.
"Sure."
I let Emma stop by the bathroom and waited outside for her. When she came out, I was shocked to see what she had done with her robes. She made them about six inches shorter, showing her legs a lot. And they were no longer the plain dull black we all wore. The were black, still, just with a few hot pink alterations with the colar and the trims. And she was wearing a pair of sneakers, left foot in pink, right foot in purple, that said Converse on the sides of them.
I was shaking my head.
"You're nutters," I said. She just smiled. "No really," I continued. "When McGonogall sees you, you're in for it."
"You don't think I look cute?" She said, admiring what must of been her wand's handiwork. She noticed me staring at her sneakers. "They're big favorites on the West coast in America. Only, me and my friends always swap colors. We just like 'em like that."
"You DO look cute, but you're still crazy."
We walked into Professor McGonogall's class room and she hadn't arrived yet. Everyone of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs (the Hufflepuffs were the ones we shared this class period with) gave her a double take. The girls immediately started gossiping. One of the muggle-born girls asked where on Earth you could still buy Converse. She just smiled and we took our seats.
She leaned over and whispered, "I love attention."
The bell sounded and I held my breath. I knew that any minute Professor McGonogall was going to walk into the class room and that was it. Dress code violations held firm with McGonogall. Three weeks detention, at least. I heard the door open and I held my breath.
Profesor McGonogall walked into the room she stood in front of the class and looked around at the faces of her students. She stopped dead when she came to Emma.
"Miss Sims!?!" She said.
"Yes?" Emma asked.
"Where ARE your school robes?"
"Well, these are my school robes."
"And what have you done to them?"
"Well, there was nothing I read in the rules that said I couldn't CHANGE the way the robes looked. They just said that I had to WEAR them."
"Please, come with me." McGonogall lead Emma out of the class room and turned to us before closing the door. "Everyone be working on your transfiguring of your seats in to armours. And you better be woking when I get back."
"She's got it in for her," Alicia said.
"Serves her right," said Percy. "She broke dress code."
"Oh shove it, Weasley," I said. "She looked great."
"Right," Percy said in a whisper to me. "Fred and George told me you fancied her."
"I don't fancy her!" I said a bit too loud and some Hufflepuffs stared at me. "We're just friends, that's all."
"Sure," Percy said. "Whatever you say."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Do I REALLY have to wear THESE for the rest of the school year?"
I nodded with an apollegtic smile on my face.
"But... but... They're so, bland. And I mean, how are we supposed to express our individuality if we all look exactly the same?"
Emma pulled a mirror out of one of her pockets and checked her hair. I was wondering to myself what Professor McGonogall was going to think when she saw that make-up. Not a lot. Just a little bit of mascara and some shimmery suff on her eyes and cheeks. But she looked beautiful and she really did have the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.
"... and black is really a bad color on me. I mean, don't get me wrong. It looks great on some people, like you for example, but warm colors really look better on me, you know?"
I had completely lost track of what Emma was saying, I couldn't stop staring at her.
"Let's just go down to get some breakfast real quick and then we can go look around." I said.
"Alright," Emma said with a warm smile. I held my arm out to her and she accepted. We stopped by the Great Hall and got some toast and were off. I showed her all around the campus and told her where her classes were going to be according to her schedule. We had all of our classes together since we were in the same house, which was great with me.
"We should probably get to Transfiguration." I said. "McGonogall will flip her lid if we're late."
"Okay, can we just stop by the bathroom real quick?" Emma asked.
"Sure."
I let Emma stop by the bathroom and waited outside for her. When she came out, I was shocked to see what she had done with her robes. She made them about six inches shorter, showing her legs a lot. And they were no longer the plain dull black we all wore. The were black, still, just with a few hot pink alterations with the colar and the trims. And she was wearing a pair of sneakers, left foot in pink, right foot in purple, that said Converse on the sides of them.
I was shaking my head.
"You're nutters," I said. She just smiled. "No really," I continued. "When McGonogall sees you, you're in for it."
"You don't think I look cute?" She said, admiring what must of been her wand's handiwork. She noticed me staring at her sneakers. "They're big favorites on the West coast in America. Only, me and my friends always swap colors. We just like 'em like that."
"You DO look cute, but you're still crazy."
We walked into Professor McGonogall's class room and she hadn't arrived yet. Everyone of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs (the Hufflepuffs were the ones we shared this class period with) gave her a double take. The girls immediately started gossiping. One of the muggle-born girls asked where on Earth you could still buy Converse. She just smiled and we took our seats.
She leaned over and whispered, "I love attention."
The bell sounded and I held my breath. I knew that any minute Professor McGonogall was going to walk into the class room and that was it. Dress code violations held firm with McGonogall. Three weeks detention, at least. I heard the door open and I held my breath.
Profesor McGonogall walked into the room she stood in front of the class and looked around at the faces of her students. She stopped dead when she came to Emma.
"Miss Sims!?!" She said.
"Yes?" Emma asked.
"Where ARE your school robes?"
"Well, these are my school robes."
"And what have you done to them?"
"Well, there was nothing I read in the rules that said I couldn't CHANGE the way the robes looked. They just said that I had to WEAR them."
"Please, come with me." McGonogall lead Emma out of the class room and turned to us before closing the door. "Everyone be working on your transfiguring of your seats in to armours. And you better be woking when I get back."
"She's got it in for her," Alicia said.
"Serves her right," said Percy. "She broke dress code."
"Oh shove it, Weasley," I said. "She looked great."
"Right," Percy said in a whisper to me. "Fred and George told me you fancied her."
"I don't fancy her!" I said a bit too loud and some Hufflepuffs stared at me. "We're just friends, that's all."
"Sure," Percy said. "Whatever you say."