*
Miranda awoke the next day, after having the most amazing dream about a big nice smelling man, who had taken her and her friend Jess on a flying motor cycle.
She stretched out her arms, and hit her hands on the wall. Her eyes flung open, the brightness of the sun through the window temporarily blinded her. Then the memories of last night came flooding back to her, the air plane, the commandos, the waiting, the waiting, the waiting, the cheese and the llama, and the motorcycle.
She sat up in bed; looking around the room she recognised nothing, accept for the lump in the bed next to her, that she could distinguish as Jess. She poked Jess hard in the ribs, and as a response she got hit in the head with the back of Jess' hand.
Miranda held the side of her face, and gave out a loud sound of shock before hitting Jess back.
"Miranda why the bloody hell did you do that for," Jess said looking like complete shit, un-like most people, she was defiantly NOT a morning person, she was more of a late at night, when you can barley see her face, person. She hit Miranda back.
"God Jess in case you haven't noticed, I do believe we have been kidnapped," she said, signalling to the very unfamiliar room. Both girls looked at each other as complete terror came across there faces,
"Hold me."
"Only if you hold me."
So two girls resembling pixies, sat in the double bed clutching each other. Suddenly there came a knock at the door, and the noise of someone clearing there throat.
" 'scuse me, uh, ladies, but if your up an' dressed then, bre'kfast is downstairs", came a deep English accent from behind the door.
They both looked at the door, Miranda gave Jess a shove, and signalled for her to open the door, 'NO, you do it' Jess mimed with her mouth, Miranda shook her head vigorously. So Jess got up and went to the door, she opened it, and had to strain her neck to look at the welcoming face that stared down at her.
"Hullo, ruebeus Hagrids' tha name," said the giant man, who had to bend to fit in the corridor, Jess just stared at him.
She wasn't staring at the fact that he was ridiculously tall, she was staring at the fact of how short she suddenly felt, *so this is what Miranda feels like.*
"Oh, hi," Jess greeted him cheerily, "I'm Jessica."
Realizing that she was still staring at him and seeing the sad expression on his face, she quickly tried to justify it. "Oh no, sorry, I wasn't staring at you because you seem to be freakishly tall, no wait that came out wrong, it was because I just realized how Miranda feels all time, I mean you made me realize how short I am and . . .shit" she said looking down at her failure, "I'm sorry my foot tends to live in my mouth."
Hagrid stared at her with a confused expression across his face, *This girl is very odd,and speaks very fas*t, he thought looking at the top of her head for a minuet. Jess looked up at him, she felt bad that she had made him feel sad.
"Sorry"
"Awe tha's, ok, I get tha a lot," he said as his face softened into a smile.
"Jess," Miranda whispered from the bed, clutching the blanket for dear life, "What's going on?"
"Oh yeah," Jess stepped away from the door and held it open, "Do come in Hagrid."
The tall man, doing as he was told, had to stoop even further to enter the tiny room. Miranda just stared as, a giant man entered there room. Her mouth dropped. As Hagrid straightened himself, Miranda's head followed, so now she looked like a goldfish. He started to giggle, yes the ridiculously huge manly, man giggled. Jess was waving her arms frantically at Miranda, whilst jumping up and down to get her attention, trying, and failing, to tell her not to stare. It worked; Miranda had stopped staring at Hagrid, and was now giving Jess a look of bemusement, Hagrid too was looking at Jess in utter confusion. She stopped waving her arms, looking from one to the other.
"Oh . .uh . . . dam flies," she said pretending to swat at flies that weren't really there "Must've gone," she said lowering her hands, "This is Miranda, Miranda, this is Hagrid," signalling for Miranda to get out of the bed.
Miranda stood and went over to meet Jess. Hagrid now understood why she had said she felt like Miranda. Miranda was short, not like ridiculously short, but shorter than Jess anyway.
"Hullo, rudeus hagrids tha name," he said holding out a hand to each girl, both took one hand, and shook it, his hands were so large compared to there tiny ones. They all looked at each other, Miranda and Jess liked him already.
* "Ok, so I have my cauldron, my books, my scales, and know all I need is a wand, my robes and a pet," Jess said reading over her booklist.
"You'll wanna ter go ter 'Olivanders' fer yer wands," said Hagrid signalling with an arm full of packages.
These two girls were excellent shoppers, he could tell they had been practising, however, they weren't able to carry all of there school supplies. So Hagrid, being the gentleman that he is, offered to carry there stuff for them, he was know suddenly regretting it, as his legs started to buckle under the weight.
"Lil' fella's, I'm gunna 'ead back to tha Leaky Cauldron, ter put yer supplies in yer rooms", he had gotten into the habit of calling them little fella's "Tha's were ya get yer robes," he signalled with his head to a shop called "Madam Malkin's robes for All Occasions, An tha's where ya get yer pets, now I'm off,". And with that he turned and headed up the street towards the wall where the, as Jess had so eloquently put it, 'cool brick-y move-y thing-y' had happened.
The girls had decided to start at the back, and work there way to the front, to the 'cool brick-y move-y thing-y' place. As they passed each shop they looked inside and commented on the contents. Has they passed Olivanders, the door was open, so being the inquisitive people that they were, they stuck there heads in and observed an old man, with eyes that shone in the darkness of the shop, serve two customers, a women an her son,
"Ahhhhh," said the old man, "I was wondering when I would be seeing you," he said pointing at the young boy. Both having very short attention spans, were distracted by the owls in the shop across the road, left to inspect them.
*
As they entered the robes shop, a short, smiling witch greeted them.
"Hello my dears, how may I be helping you today?" she asked in a kind voice. "You have Hogwarts uniforms?"
"Why yes we do, here stand here," she said and signalled to two raised platforms to the back of the shop.
Two busying witched, with tape measures quickly rushed out from the back of the shop, and started measuring the girls. Both looked at each other in fear, as the women measured the inside of their legs, then their bust. The women then began busying themselves, rummaging through shelves and shelves of clothes. Jess leaned over to Miranda
"Hey Miranda," she whispered "I think we were just molested."
"Yeah, me too," was her shaky reply.
A bundle of school robes had been flung into their arms and they were shooed away to the change rooms, as another customer was being served. Miranda went into the first change room, and Jess into the second. She drew the blinds and started to take off her many layers of clothing. She had just slipped on the skirt and was about to put on the top, when her blinds were drawn, whipping around she met the face of a boy about her age, with slicked back blonde hair. He was staring at her, well not at her but at her boobs.
"Have a nice view?" she said cuttingly, to the boy who looked up at her and smirked, his eyes were a pale blue and icy, she was fascinated by his eyes, for a couple of seconds nothing happened, they just stood looking at one another.
Jess broke the eye lock by looking down, as she frequently did. She started to giggle, the boy looked down, his face went bright red, and he bolted out the door of the shop. Closing the blinds, she continued to get dressed.
~*~*~
"You've got to be kidding me," Miranda said exiting her change room. All of the clothes were way to big, the skirt reached her knees, the top had left it all up to the imagination, and the damned robe thing that she was expected to wear was dragging on the floor.
"Jess come out let's take a look."
"This is ridiculous; I mean seriously, it's ridiculous. Look," she said pointing at her chest or lack there of, "where the hell have my boobs disappeared to?" she said stalking back into the change room searching through her clothes, "I think I might have left them in my other out-fit. Or maybe that guy stole off with them when I wasn't looking"
"Yeah same with me," Miranda said pointing at her lack of chest-ness "wait what boy?"
"Didn't you hear me talking?"
"Yes, but I thought you were talking to yourself, you being crazy and all," she said with a cheeky smile on her face.
"HA HA your funny Miranda, but any-,"
"Ok girls, come this way," said the woman hustling them towards the wooden blocks, they had previously been standing on. Once again the other two women came out from the back, this time, armed with pins. They began busying themselves hitching here, and hiking there, and cutting here and tightening there.
"But as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," Jess continued on with the recount of what had happened, every so often asking the women to make she skirt shorter, and her top tighter.
~*~*~
They looked at themselves in the mirror, they had done well, the skirt was now about 10 cm from there knees, grey and pleated. The top, white, short sleeved and button up, with a collar, had managed to tighten it slightly so it was baggy, but just tight enough so you could see the out-line of there boobs. And there once big, black, fuck-off robes were now at a normal length.
Miranda awoke the next day, after having the most amazing dream about a big nice smelling man, who had taken her and her friend Jess on a flying motor cycle.
She stretched out her arms, and hit her hands on the wall. Her eyes flung open, the brightness of the sun through the window temporarily blinded her. Then the memories of last night came flooding back to her, the air plane, the commandos, the waiting, the waiting, the waiting, the cheese and the llama, and the motorcycle.
She sat up in bed; looking around the room she recognised nothing, accept for the lump in the bed next to her, that she could distinguish as Jess. She poked Jess hard in the ribs, and as a response she got hit in the head with the back of Jess' hand.
Miranda held the side of her face, and gave out a loud sound of shock before hitting Jess back.
"Miranda why the bloody hell did you do that for," Jess said looking like complete shit, un-like most people, she was defiantly NOT a morning person, she was more of a late at night, when you can barley see her face, person. She hit Miranda back.
"God Jess in case you haven't noticed, I do believe we have been kidnapped," she said, signalling to the very unfamiliar room. Both girls looked at each other as complete terror came across there faces,
"Hold me."
"Only if you hold me."
So two girls resembling pixies, sat in the double bed clutching each other. Suddenly there came a knock at the door, and the noise of someone clearing there throat.
" 'scuse me, uh, ladies, but if your up an' dressed then, bre'kfast is downstairs", came a deep English accent from behind the door.
They both looked at the door, Miranda gave Jess a shove, and signalled for her to open the door, 'NO, you do it' Jess mimed with her mouth, Miranda shook her head vigorously. So Jess got up and went to the door, she opened it, and had to strain her neck to look at the welcoming face that stared down at her.
"Hullo, ruebeus Hagrids' tha name," said the giant man, who had to bend to fit in the corridor, Jess just stared at him.
She wasn't staring at the fact that he was ridiculously tall, she was staring at the fact of how short she suddenly felt, *so this is what Miranda feels like.*
"Oh, hi," Jess greeted him cheerily, "I'm Jessica."
Realizing that she was still staring at him and seeing the sad expression on his face, she quickly tried to justify it. "Oh no, sorry, I wasn't staring at you because you seem to be freakishly tall, no wait that came out wrong, it was because I just realized how Miranda feels all time, I mean you made me realize how short I am and . . .shit" she said looking down at her failure, "I'm sorry my foot tends to live in my mouth."
Hagrid stared at her with a confused expression across his face, *This girl is very odd,and speaks very fas*t, he thought looking at the top of her head for a minuet. Jess looked up at him, she felt bad that she had made him feel sad.
"Sorry"
"Awe tha's, ok, I get tha a lot," he said as his face softened into a smile.
"Jess," Miranda whispered from the bed, clutching the blanket for dear life, "What's going on?"
"Oh yeah," Jess stepped away from the door and held it open, "Do come in Hagrid."
The tall man, doing as he was told, had to stoop even further to enter the tiny room. Miranda just stared as, a giant man entered there room. Her mouth dropped. As Hagrid straightened himself, Miranda's head followed, so now she looked like a goldfish. He started to giggle, yes the ridiculously huge manly, man giggled. Jess was waving her arms frantically at Miranda, whilst jumping up and down to get her attention, trying, and failing, to tell her not to stare. It worked; Miranda had stopped staring at Hagrid, and was now giving Jess a look of bemusement, Hagrid too was looking at Jess in utter confusion. She stopped waving her arms, looking from one to the other.
"Oh . .uh . . . dam flies," she said pretending to swat at flies that weren't really there "Must've gone," she said lowering her hands, "This is Miranda, Miranda, this is Hagrid," signalling for Miranda to get out of the bed.
Miranda stood and went over to meet Jess. Hagrid now understood why she had said she felt like Miranda. Miranda was short, not like ridiculously short, but shorter than Jess anyway.
"Hullo, rudeus hagrids tha name," he said holding out a hand to each girl, both took one hand, and shook it, his hands were so large compared to there tiny ones. They all looked at each other, Miranda and Jess liked him already.
* "Ok, so I have my cauldron, my books, my scales, and know all I need is a wand, my robes and a pet," Jess said reading over her booklist.
"You'll wanna ter go ter 'Olivanders' fer yer wands," said Hagrid signalling with an arm full of packages.
These two girls were excellent shoppers, he could tell they had been practising, however, they weren't able to carry all of there school supplies. So Hagrid, being the gentleman that he is, offered to carry there stuff for them, he was know suddenly regretting it, as his legs started to buckle under the weight.
"Lil' fella's, I'm gunna 'ead back to tha Leaky Cauldron, ter put yer supplies in yer rooms", he had gotten into the habit of calling them little fella's "Tha's were ya get yer robes," he signalled with his head to a shop called "Madam Malkin's robes for All Occasions, An tha's where ya get yer pets, now I'm off,". And with that he turned and headed up the street towards the wall where the, as Jess had so eloquently put it, 'cool brick-y move-y thing-y' had happened.
The girls had decided to start at the back, and work there way to the front, to the 'cool brick-y move-y thing-y' place. As they passed each shop they looked inside and commented on the contents. Has they passed Olivanders, the door was open, so being the inquisitive people that they were, they stuck there heads in and observed an old man, with eyes that shone in the darkness of the shop, serve two customers, a women an her son,
"Ahhhhh," said the old man, "I was wondering when I would be seeing you," he said pointing at the young boy. Both having very short attention spans, were distracted by the owls in the shop across the road, left to inspect them.
*
As they entered the robes shop, a short, smiling witch greeted them.
"Hello my dears, how may I be helping you today?" she asked in a kind voice. "You have Hogwarts uniforms?"
"Why yes we do, here stand here," she said and signalled to two raised platforms to the back of the shop.
Two busying witched, with tape measures quickly rushed out from the back of the shop, and started measuring the girls. Both looked at each other in fear, as the women measured the inside of their legs, then their bust. The women then began busying themselves, rummaging through shelves and shelves of clothes. Jess leaned over to Miranda
"Hey Miranda," she whispered "I think we were just molested."
"Yeah, me too," was her shaky reply.
A bundle of school robes had been flung into their arms and they were shooed away to the change rooms, as another customer was being served. Miranda went into the first change room, and Jess into the second. She drew the blinds and started to take off her many layers of clothing. She had just slipped on the skirt and was about to put on the top, when her blinds were drawn, whipping around she met the face of a boy about her age, with slicked back blonde hair. He was staring at her, well not at her but at her boobs.
"Have a nice view?" she said cuttingly, to the boy who looked up at her and smirked, his eyes were a pale blue and icy, she was fascinated by his eyes, for a couple of seconds nothing happened, they just stood looking at one another.
Jess broke the eye lock by looking down, as she frequently did. She started to giggle, the boy looked down, his face went bright red, and he bolted out the door of the shop. Closing the blinds, she continued to get dressed.
~*~*~
"You've got to be kidding me," Miranda said exiting her change room. All of the clothes were way to big, the skirt reached her knees, the top had left it all up to the imagination, and the damned robe thing that she was expected to wear was dragging on the floor.
"Jess come out let's take a look."
"This is ridiculous; I mean seriously, it's ridiculous. Look," she said pointing at her chest or lack there of, "where the hell have my boobs disappeared to?" she said stalking back into the change room searching through her clothes, "I think I might have left them in my other out-fit. Or maybe that guy stole off with them when I wasn't looking"
"Yeah same with me," Miranda said pointing at her lack of chest-ness "wait what boy?"
"Didn't you hear me talking?"
"Yes, but I thought you were talking to yourself, you being crazy and all," she said with a cheeky smile on her face.
"HA HA your funny Miranda, but any-,"
"Ok girls, come this way," said the woman hustling them towards the wooden blocks, they had previously been standing on. Once again the other two women came out from the back, this time, armed with pins. They began busying themselves hitching here, and hiking there, and cutting here and tightening there.
"But as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," Jess continued on with the recount of what had happened, every so often asking the women to make she skirt shorter, and her top tighter.
~*~*~
They looked at themselves in the mirror, they had done well, the skirt was now about 10 cm from there knees, grey and pleated. The top, white, short sleeved and button up, with a collar, had managed to tighten it slightly so it was baggy, but just tight enough so you could see the out-line of there boobs. And there once big, black, fuck-off robes were now at a normal length.