Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter.
Like the New Look?
I walked with Vera and Marley towards the Ravenclaw table. I saw Drake and his mates and immediately tried to turn back, but my friends grabbed me by the back of my denim jacket. We were all allowed to wear muggle clothing except in classes and other occasions (like Quidditch matches). Looking down so as to hide my face, we walked to the end of the table where Vicky was sitting with her friends. When she saw us, she immediately stood up and said goodbye to her friends. She came to meet us. As she passed Drake, I saw him wolf-whistle. She turned round and gave him a withering glare. He looked taken aback. I suppose that he wasn't used to such treatment, even from the prettiest of girls. I was glad she had done that. Vicky joined us, with a last contemptuous glance at the boy.
We walked out of the ornately carved gates together. I saw a lot of groups of boys glance at us. I realised that with Vera, Marley and of course, the lovely Victoire, we were one of the best looking groups of girls walking to Hogsmeade. I probably ruined their glory. Me, the clumsy redhead. Vicky was talking. She was saying,
"Lily, don't walk like that! Don't walk with your shoulders slumped, facing down, walk with your shoulders back and head held high." Observing the way Vicky walked, I changed my style too. I had always found it much more comfy to stand and walk with my shoulders slumped, but as I was supposed to follow Vicky's advice……
Click click click went the hangers as Vicky flicked through the rows of clothes and grabbed more and more and added them to the already large pile on her arm. In the end she had to bewitch the pile to hang in the air unsupported because her slim arm couldn't bear the hefty weight of the millions of clothes she had picked out. I had long given up telling her that I simply refused to wear the kind of stuff she picked out for me. I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, half-dozing. I was jerked awake by Vicky pulling me up by the collar of my shirt. She half-dragged me into one of the changing rooms. After trying on about a million outfits, we came out. My limbs were aching and I was incredibly hungry and thirsty. I barely noticed that I was wearing one of the outfits Vicky had got me, an off-shoulder black T-shirt with dark blue skinny-jeans. My red hair hung loose and my feet were clad in very uncomfortable black stilettos which I could barely walk in. As Vicky bought most of the clothes she had picked out, I dreamt of the creamy warm butterbeer and hot tomato, basil and cheese tarts you could get in 'The Three Broomsticks'. Vicky thrust what seemed like fifteen bags into my hands. I staggered under the weight.
"What did you buy, Vicky?" I asked my cousin, astonished.
"Clothes…" she said vaguely. I just followed her out of the shop quietly. My cousin was seriously barmy. How many clothes could a person wear?
AN: Lily is soon gonna be the school hottie.