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"Thank you for meeting with me after I...may have..."

"You forgot you were meeting with us didn't you."

"Yeah, I've had a lot on my mind recently."

"Well because of you having a memory lapse, Daphne and I had to suffer detention with Professor Sprout putting fertilizer on the garden beds. Do you have any idea how much fertilizer stinks?"

"More than you would ever know."

"Stop chuckling at our misery!"

"Tracy, enough. Look, it seems like you genuinely forgot and I'm fine with that. If, and only if, you let us into Potter Club."

"Properly this time, not this weird hunting other members thing."

"Oh, and you think you can make demands of me?"

"I had to wash my hair three times to make it stop smelling!"

"Or, more importantly, we know who one of your members is now. What would Professor Snape have to say if he learnt that Fred Weasley is a part of Potter Club?"

"Alright Daphne, think about that statement again except from my perspective."

"...Oh."

"Oh? What do you mean by oh Daphne?"

"Any of the professors would want to know how we know Tracy."

"...Oh."

"That, along with are they really going to believe that Fred Weasley, a notorious prankster before Potter Club was founded, would allow himself to be dictated by another?"

"You know, when you put it that way..."

"We really didn't think this through did we?"

"Regardless, the fact that you were willing to try and blackmail me is entertaining, however ill conceited. Perhaps picking a lesser opponent next time would be advisable."

"We're sorry, don't kick us out!"

"Don't beg Tracy!"

"But maybe he'll show mercy this way."

"As much of a sight as that would be to see you grovel, I'm not that kind of person."

"Well, I think we can safely say that you're not from Slytherin then."

"I'm not even going to go there."

"Definitely not Slytherin."

"Alright, well, I was going to set the two of you a new target however due to what has transpired tonight, I feel a change of pace is in order."

"Oh thank goodness!"

"What Tracy means is thank you."

"So, sometime this week the two of you will find some parchment in your bag that wasn't there before. When the next meeting is held, an encrypted message will be written down on the corresponding parchment I have. If the two of you can crack the code, it will tell you where we are, when we are meeting and when we are meeting."

"Oh my gosh, really! This is so exciting."

"Thank you for giving us this opportunity."

"You are most welcome Daphne. In which case ladies, I believe it is time for us to depart lest you receive yet another detention."

"Yes lets."

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Things had changed throughout the halls of Hogwarts with the famed Gilderoy Lockhart having been unceremoniously hauled off to answer, well, practically everything. With his experience with the Boggart showing that he wasn't quite the hero his tales made him out to be and his consequential attempt at wiping the minds of the students, it had understandably become a criminal offence.

Harry had initially imagined that Dumbledore, in all of his Dumbledoreness, would have requested that the man explain it very plainly and simply to him alongside a few of the faculty members. Given the man's notoriety however, he had been taken to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore, Snape and Flitwick guarding him. It seemed as if that if they wanted him to pay patience for his past crimes then he would have to answer to the higher ups.

Harry fully believed that this was being done so that Albus could save some manner of face. Were he to try and deal with it within castle walls and word were to spread to the general populace that the celebrity working within Hogwarts was being mistreated, fans would erupt. Sure they didn't know the whole story and as a result Harry could picture howler after howler landing in Dumbledore's lap until the whole thing was properly explained in the Daily Prophet. Even then there would still be those who cried fowl but still, sending him off to be interrogated by the Ministry was the right move.

With it still being so early in the year, many of the students had thought that the faculty would set about trying to hire a new professor to see out the rest of the school year. Word though had already said that the Ministry would be sending a representative in the coming weeks to see out the rest of Lockhart's contract. Given how much of a dolt Gilderoy had been, Harry figured that they couldn't send anybody too terrible in comparison.

Until such a time though, the staff were rotating the position between them depending on who was available. So far, the one that Harry had found most interesting had actually come from Madam Pomfrey of all people. Harry had been somewhat skeptical at first but the resident nurse had broken down battlefield warfare and how best to protect those who were receiving emergency treatment. It was a lesson that Harry had not expected and it would also be one that he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

Still though, the flavour of conversation at the moment outside of the Defence lessons was that of the upcoming fashion show. For the men, it was a time where they mourned for their brethren; those few who had been told by their partners that they had to go to the event.

For the women however, there was much discussion that Harry knew better than to inquire about. The hushed giggles were something that he had no desire to be a part of. With that being said however, he had spotted something that had been quite peculiar.

With the use of the Maurauder's Map, he had spotted Pansy Parkinson in an isolated room with Hermione. At first he had thought that the two of them had stumbled upon one another and the two of them would swiftly go their separate ways. It was not to be however as the two of them spent the better part of an hour together and Harry couldn't help but ponder whether the two of them were study buddies or something along those lines. Given what the rest of the female population of Hogwarts were currently focused on however, he should have guessed what it was from the outset.

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"I must say, the range your parents have supplied us with is quite extensive," said Pansy as she flicked through yet another pamphlet.

"Reading the letter my mother sent with these, I think she was merely ecstatic to find that I had developed an interest in fashion," said Hermione as she put down the one she had been viewing and picking up another. "Half these brands I only barely know if at all and the rest are beyond anything I could afford."

"You do get some semblance of an allowance though, surely your parents see to that," said Pansy, not looking the muggle-born witch in the eye as she continued to survey the documents in front of her.

"Twenty pounds, which equates to roughly four galleons," said Hermione. "Considering I only use my allowance for school related products it has seen me through thus far."

"Surely though you want to get something for yourself that is not related to your studies," said Pansy, turning her attention away from the piece in her hand. The silence given to her from the Gryffindor student told her all that she needed to know. "Look, and this is probably not my place to say, but at some time in the future hormones are going to kick in and you want to be prepared for when they do. We might not get the chance to apply makeup and the like during the school week but the weekend can be your time to shine. A touch of red on your lips can be the difference between the boys thinking with their heads and then thinking with their..."

"Pansy!" said Hermione, blushing at the thought of the word that the Slytherin was likely going to use to finish that statement.

"Like I said, not my place to say but something which you should consider in the years to come. Do you want to be that nerdy bookworm in the corner of the library or the beauty waltzing down the halls making boys' jaws drop?"

For the briefest of moments, Hermione couldn't help but consider if both were a potential option.

"Oh now this, this I like," proclaimed Pansy having taken a definitive interest in one of the designs before her.

"Which one?" asked Hermione as the two girls resumed their task.

It was best to keep idle thoughts for another time.

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Days swiftly passed by as anticipation grew towards the upcoming event. Almost every morning a package arrived by owl for at least a single student. Whenever said delivery was made, it was not uncommon for speculation to swiftly arise from the female population as they whispered amongst one another in curiosity.

One such morning, a delivery was made for Fleur. Unlike many of the other students who received a parcel, the transfer student had an entire suitcase be deposited by her side. It was very easy to understand that the luggage had been on the heavier side of things, three owls having had to be used in order to support the weight.

As soon as the bag had hit the ground, she had picked it up without a second thought and made for the exit of the Great Hall, the remains of her breakfast resting on a plate that she had already forgotten about. She was also lucky in that when she exited the room, the two people she needed to see just so happened to be about to make their entrance. Without so much as giving them a word of warning, both of them were swiftly dragged off with her to find somewhere isolated where they could be Fleur's test subjects.

It was while this commotion had been going on that another parcel arrived before Hermione, going mostly unnoticed due to the discussion that Fleur's package had created. The bushy haired witch took the parcel from the tabletop and put it on her lap before reading the note that had been delivered with it.

Among with her mother gushing over her choice, the older woman did make mention that the size Hermione had asked for them to purchase had been a touch ambitious. Consequently it seemed, her mother had gotten the one in that size as well as one she believed would be a greater fit for Hermione proclaiming that she would keep the receipt and return the one that didn't fit.

Hermione's eyes lifted from the note and made contact with Pansy who was sending a smile in her direction. The Slytherin girl couldn't have been in on her mother's purchases, could she? If so, then she was afraid she was going to do something she was nowhere near mentally prepared for.

Then, two days later once dinner had concluded for the evening and the Great Hall set up for the upcoming festivities it began. No more time to be prepared, no more time to question one's style of hair and no time to have second thoughts.

It was time.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's fashion show! As many of you know I am Ruth Luddle and I am your host for this evening! So sit back, relax and enjoy a fun filled night of fashion excellence!"

There was a generous applause given at the end of her speech from those in attendance. Unsurprisingly, the vast majority of the audience comprised of members of the female gender and those few men watching on had only done so under the request of their partners who were participating. Those few had also been told that they were to only pay attention to one specific woman on the runway or there would be hell to pay.

These brave souls knew not to mess with a witch scorned.

A good number of the faculty had also made the trek to the Great Hall this fine evening to witness the festivities. Unsurprisingly, the teachers in attendance were all female. The male members of the faculty had likely fled to opposite corners of Hogwarts in the hopes of not hearing whatever was happening at that moment in time.

A couple had even made their way down to Hagrid's for a round of cards.

Still, this wasn't an event regarding three professors and a groundskeeper, this was an event that would be the talk of the halls for weeks to come.

This was fashion!

"We have a stellar line up for you ladies in attendance, with students ranging from first year all the way through to those taking their NEWTS! I've also been informed that we don't just have one but two surprises for you at the end of the show so don't go anywhere!"

"Two surprises?" repeated Fleur, knowing full well what one of them was. She had organized it after all. Behind the catwalk stage towards where the teachers sat for meals were two separate enclosed spaces. One of these was likely for the majority of those performing while the other would likely hold both surprises. What this second one was she did not know but if they could be quite shocked if it had the same level of wow factor as what she had accomplished.

Accomplished and had a grand deal of fun doing it.

"So, without further ado let's get this show started!" The round of applause began as Ruth opened up her first cue card. "To begin with we start with this lovely third year student from Ravenclaw, garbed in a dress crafted from the well known Madam Malkin, I present to you, Miss Isabelle Lionheart!"

"It's Lionheat!"

"Oops, sorry, Miss Isabelle Lionheat!"

The third year Ravenclaw student walked out from behind their enclosed area, wearing an ocean blue dress with silver trimming around the hem. While it may have been very house colour heavy, there was no denying that it was a beautiful dress that stretched to her knees and were accompanied by classic black stilettos.

The applause was to be expected as Isabelle strutted forward, being very careful with her steps. While the heels may very well have gone a long way to helping the outfit as a whole, it wasn't like she had managed to secure a good amount of time practicing in them. On more than one occasion there was a touch of a wobble but she managed to safely make her way to the end of the walkway and pose, placing her right hand firmly on her hip. Several seconds passed before she turned around and instead of making her way back to the exit, stepped down a small set of stairs nearby to a vacant bench where the participants could watch the rest of the festivities.

"Remember people, this is not a contest but rather a chance for the wonderful women of Hogwarts to show off their stuff! Now, next up we have one of two first year students who are going to wow us with their attire. I present to you, from Hufflepuff and sporting a dress from Gladrags Wizardwear, Miss Lidda Chaddesley!"

One after the other, witches of all ages and houses stepped forward. Fleur had to give courage to one fifth year witch who had actually made the dress she was wearing herself. It wasn't anything spectacular by any stretch of the imagination but credit had to be given where credit was due. When everybody else in the event was wearing stellar attire from stores from across the country, it was a breath of fresh air to see somebody try something different.

Speaking of different...

"Now it is our time for our second first year student of the evening! From Ravenclaw, wearing Madeline Heroux, I hope I pronounced that correctly, is Miss Luna Lovegood!"

Fleur couldn't help but cheer louder than she had all night as Luna stepped into the fray. Unlike many of the other students who had worn high heels, Luna was wearing silver slip on flats which seemed to sparkle in the torchlight. That was nothing compared to her dress however which seemed almost scandalous for such a young witch to be wearing. It was long in length, stretching down to her ankles bar from the split on her right side running down from her thigh. It was also strapless, clinging on to her upper chest as she strolled forward purposefully.

While that was remarkable all in itself, it was within the first few steps where the magic truly began. Glimmers of golden flecks burst in and out of existence all across the dress with every step taken before she made it to the end and twirled on the spot, enlightening the entire dress for a brief moment before it simmered back into black.

Needless to say, this had the desired effect as the collective group picked their jaws up off the crowd and started cheering as one. Luna responded to the cheering by giving a small curtsey before making her way towards the set of stairs where the rest of the models were awaiting her.

"That was...wow...I need to buy some Madeline Heroux stat...oh, but there's still one student left to go, that umm..." Ruth said as she fiddled with the cue card that had threatened to fall from her hand during Luna's routine. "Oh, well this is interesting. Our final non surprise act of the evening is a bit of a surprise in its own right as we have two students coming out as one. From opposite ends of the Hogwarts spectrum, I proudly present two second year witches wearing Ted Baker, from Slytherin and Gryffindor I proudly present Miss Pansy Parkinson and Miss Hermione Granger!"

To say this was unexpected was an understatement as the two second year students stepped out from behind the barricade, wearing matching attires. While the outfit was definitely nothing those from Pureblood families had seen before, those who were aware of the recently established fashion brand knew that what was being displayed before them was not something they would see everyday.

The two young witches walked in synchronicity in the vibrantly coloured outfit. Light pink in colour, it flowed elegantly with each step. Throughout the attire were brightly blossomed flowers that looked as if they had been plucked straight off of a bouquet before being moulded into the fabric. Needless to say, even without the magical glamour of the other dresses shown throughout the evening, it still managed to match them in sheer beauty alone.

Hermione and Pansy hit the end of the walkway and mirrored one another's pose to such a point that one would have thought that they did this professionally. As the applause reached its crescendo, the two stepped back and made their way towards where the rest of the models awaited them. It was with little surprise that as soon as Hermione sat down she buried her head in her hands, still struggling to believe that she just did that.

"Ladies, I want to thank each and every one of you for making this night so special! Each of you brought your own unique flair and style to the catwalk and made this a night we will never forget. Though, the night is not yet over!" To emphasise her point Ruth pulled two envelopes out from behind her and held them up for all to see. A definitive 'Ooooohhh' of curiosity rang out as the group couldn't help but wonder what was to come.

"I should warn you that even I don't know what is in store for us so expect the unexpected! Now, surprise number one," announced Ruth as she opened up the envelope. "Now, for our entertainment they are wearing another Madeline Heroux to dazzle us with, ladies and gentlemen please give it up for...no..."

"What?"

"Who is it?"

"What's the hold up?"

"This can't be right," said Ruth in shock.

"Just tell us already!"

"Ladies and gentlemen...Harry Potter..."

Understandably, there was a moment of confusion at the announcement before the awkward round of applause started. A few of the witches in attendance knew that male models were a thing and it was highly possible that Harry would be wearing a two piece suit designed by Madeline Heroux.

That was not the case.

Harry waltzed out three inches taller than normal due to the bright red heels he was wearing, stepping forward with absolute confidence. The white dress that clung to his form seemed to shift hues ever so gently as he made his way down the catwalk, ignoring the gobsmacked views he was receiving.

It was highly unfortunate however that, while all of the women had managed to overcome the catwalk without any issues, Harry was not so lucky with the right heel snapping off and sending him careening off the edge.

"Harry!" shouted many of the troubled members of the audience as they saw Harry fall off the stage only for the sound of laughter to bellow out of his belly.

"Don't worry, it's just my ankle," shouted Harry as he raised his hand up for all to see, the broken shoe clutched within his hand. There was an audible sigh of relief as Harry pushed himself into a sitting position, a broad smile plastered across his face before he gestured to Ruth for the show to go on.

"Well...I must say that when we were told we were getting a surprise I wasn't suspecting that," said Ruth realizing that the show must go on. "While Harry adjusts himself into something resembling a comfortable position, let me tell you just who we will be seeing as our second surprise of the evening. Oh my...ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for our finale. I present to you, Professor Vector!"

Let it never be said that the world of fashion was just a young girl's game.

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Hope you enjoyed.

Happy holidays and all that.