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A/N: Just wanted to clear this up, you can read The Brave Ravenclaw, which is the sequel to this, while reading this story, as there aren't any major spoilers. 'Kay? Thanks!
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"Another party? Really, Mum?"
"Just be grateful it's not here again." She muttered darkly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Okay, the party begins at six, so I want you all ready by half five, okay?"
"That's in fifteen minutes!"
"Exactly. So you better start getting ready pronto."
"But Mrs Potter, I wore my only dress to the Christmas party, and it's New Years..."
"That's fine, I've probably got something you could wear, Lily dear, from when I was young."
As expected, I'm not overjoyed by this information, but I watch as she shoos James and Sirius off to put on some dress robes, and then follow her up the set of stairs that I haven't climbed before.
"Why are these parties always so last minute?" I ask, and Mrs Potter chuckles.
"Because it's a sign of a good hostess to be able to throw a party with an hour's notice."
"Right." We turn left at the top of the stairs, into a dark room, and then Mrs Potter flicks her wand, so that the lights turn on.
Two large wardrobes make up the left wall, and the rest of the walls are covered in mirrors. Mrs Potter goes straight over to the first wardrobe and yanks he door open. A few minutes of oohing and aahing later, she pulls out a long gold dress, bedazzled with diamante on the bodice.
"It's beautiful..." I gasp. "But I simply couldn't..."
"Nonsense, dear." Mrs Potter insists, and she flicks her wand so that my jeans and t-shirt turn into the stunning dress. "Ok, close your eyes."
"Okay..." I murmur nervously, and my hair falls out of its ponytail, then flies up off my neck. There's a light, tingling sensation on my skin, and the skin feels lighter, smooth. My red and navy striped socks disappear, and in their place there are a pair of vaguely uncomfortable high heels. I can feel Mrs Potter's hands at my neck as she fastens something there, and I can feel a cool, slightly heavy chain hanging there.
"Oh, my dear, you look exquisite!" She squeals, and I open my eyes, staring at the girl in the mirror.
I know that it's me because of the expression; it's thoughtful, and my green eyes are wide. However apart from that, it doesn't look like me.
Actually, it is.
It's me, but my normal unruly hair is shiny and pulled back, twisted into an elaborate knot, with a few curls framing my face. It's me, but I'm wearing sleek cream high heels that would be far too high for me to wear normally, but now feel natural, right. It's me, but I'm wearing the dress. Merlin, that dress.
It's slim and form-fitting with small translucent sleeves and a beaded bodice. The skirt is light and flattering, making my legs seem longer, and me look taller. I have natural make-up on, and gold eyeshadow that makes me green eyes pop. I feel beautiful like this, and my wide smile just adds to the look. I do a little twirl, smiling as the dress flies out, and then turn to Mrs Potter.
"Thank you!"
"It was my pleasure, dear. You look lovely. Now, go see what the scamps upstairs are doing."
"Okay." I smile at her, and walk out into the hallway, and down the stairs, wobbling slightly on my heels. It takes me a while to get to my room, and when I reach the corridor where our rooms are, Sirius is leaning against the wall, playing with the hem of his dress robes. He looks up as he sees me, and his mouth drops open slightly.
"Wow, Lilybug, you look..." He whistles, because that's apparently the best way for him to express what he's trying to say.
"Thanks, Sirius. And I like the name Lilybug."
"Yeah, me too. That'll be your new nickname. Lilybug. Now, go and make James' eyes fall out of his head."
I grin and knock on James' door. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, I'm just putting my shoes on!"
Pushing open the door, I step in, and wait for James to turn around.
"It's nearly half past, Mum's going to be frantic, what are you wearing?"
He turns around, and his eyes practically bug out. "Um...you...ugh...you look...wow..."
I laugh. "Thanks, James."
Fiddling with the charm bracelet that James got me, I try not to look at how good James looks in his dress robes.
"So...are we going to go downstairs now?"
"I...um...yeah..." He finally tears his eyes away from me and shakes his head like he's trying to clear his ears of water.
"Stopped gawking yet, Prongsie?" Sirius peeks around the door, and then laughs. "Your mum's going spare. You were supposed to be down there five minutes ago."
"Yeah...of course...let's go..."
James loops his arm around my waist and steers me out of the room, down the stairs, and into the front room. Mrs Potter is waiting in the living room, smoothing down her pink dress and smiling.
"I thought we'd use a Portkey," She explains, holding out a hairbrush. "So we don't get soot on the dresses."
We all put a finger on it, and I feel an uncomfortable jerk beneath my navel as we spin around, faster and faster and faster. We land with a thump in an extravagant dining room, and a snooty, well-dressed woman comes over and leads us into the a room too big to be called anything but a ballroom. I'm just looking to James for instructions when a loud, oh too familiar voice sounds from behind me.
"Ah, Miss Evans, isn't it? I thought my dear nephew would have dumped you for the darling Prewett girl by now!"
"Whoop de doo." James mutters, and I send a silent prayer to Merlin as I turn around to face James' favourite aunt, Eliza.
I don't know why I used a cliffhanger here, I just kind of had the urge.
I know this chapter a bit anticlimactic, but something BIG happens next chapter, so hold onto your seats while you wait for that!
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