Her grey hair lay wet against the collar of her robes, soaking them, as she listened carefully for any sign of Neville stampeding up the stairs. She would lock her door, but Neville tended to get into all kinds of trouble in the most inopportune moments, and she often had to rush out.
Hearing only silence, and she hoped that Neville was still in bed at this hour, she grabbed her wand and waved it around, undoing the enchantments on the lowest drawer of her cupboard.
The box that she pulled out was one she would never show anyone else and not even Neville would ever see her collection within. She had ensured that when she died, the box would burn with her, so that not even a person going through her things would find it. It had no hope of embarrassing her after she passed on, but she didn't want Neville's opinion of her to change after she died: a possibility if he ever saw the contents.
Augusta paused again, listening carefully, making sure there was no sound she had missed the first time. There had been times in the past when Neville had hoped to sneak up to her room and surprise her. It wasn't often, but that was still a possibility.
There wasn't a whisper of a sound, so Augusta turned her attention back to the box lying on her lap. The box itself was old; it was one of the few things that she still had from her teenage years — the only thing that she continued to work on, spend money on, since then.
She let out a sigh as the lid came off, revealing the contents of the box. There were hundreds, possibly even thousands, of photos filling the box — the undetectable extension charm she had placed on the box doing a marvellous job at containing all of them. Her absolute favourite photo lay at the top of the box, and she was greeted by it as the box opened.
The reason why she even kept these were beyond her. Her saggy breasts were nothing like what she wanted them to be, like those pictures were, but she couldn't help but stare at them.
It wasn't the first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last time either, but Augusta imagined those beautiful breasts as her own. Even as a teenager, Augusta had never been well-endowed. She had always been average, if not on the slightly small side.
She had always been envious of those girls who got heads to turn whenever they passed, while she never even got a second glance. Augusta couldn't deny that even her head had turned sometimes as she wondered just how those breasts would look without the layers of clothing. Then, perhaps, if she should stop looking at those photos because, Merlin, they were affecting her brain.
Those photographs were just too beautiful to resist, though.
Sometimes, she had imagined that those breasts were hers only to reach within her robes and be disappointed. Augusta could still remember blowing all of her allowance on these photos.
Even knowing that her breasts would never be like those, the pictures were still far too good to possibly throw away. It wasn't like anyone was about to find out about it anyway.
Written for
Cards Against Humanity: Why am I broke? Pictures of boobs.
Quidditch Pitch: Augusta Longbottom