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"Are you sure you know where you're leading us Tracy?"
"Of course Daphne."
"But...those symbols, what were they? How could you read them?"
"That was Japanese. During my schooling before Hogwarts it was one of the subjects we got taught."
"Honestly, why would they teach a child something like that?"
"Who cares, I learnt it and we need to go right into this door here!"
"..."
"..."
"Daphne! Tracy!"
"Well, well, well, it seems our two newest members have made themselves known."
"Are you all, Potter Club?"
"I think it's pretty obvious that it is."
"No need to be mean Daph."
"Who knows, we could be a completely different group of masked individuals sitting around a table plotting our next big event."
"Ignore him, yes we're Potter Club. It would have been nice if our illustrious leader had informed us that we were expecting new members."
"I figured that our group needed a little bit of cunning in it."
"Well you're organizing their masks then without my help."
"Yes dearie."
"Is it just me or do those two sound like an old married couple."
"Not the time Tracy, not the time."
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The gossip around the school, as it had been over the past week, was indeed the spectacle that had been the Hogwarts fashion show. Unlike the past week however, the news no longer centred solely around the two guest fashionistas but now the discussion centred around the group as a whole. The conversations often centred back to both Harry and Professor Vector, the latter of whom had found a whole new level of popularity amongst not only the student population but also her peers, but now people were discussing the other entrants.
Luna Lovegood had found a lot of her fellow first years and even a good number of second years approaching her and congratulating her for such a stunning performance. Luna had found herself blushing on more than one occasion (a rare feat in it's own right) at the amount of admiration showered her way. Fleur made sure that the young girl was given all of the praise she was rightly due, often grabbing random students she had seen in the crowd and asking them what they thought of Luna's attire.
Luna found it, while unnecessary, moderately hilarious.
Hermione had also found herself the centre of attention, a number of students tracking her down in the library and sitting down with her to discuss how gorgeous she had looked. Hermione often found herself shushing them because of the sanctity of the library but more so because she had no real idea how to take the adoration being sent her way.
Some reactions however, were less than pleasant.
Papers spilled across the floor as Pansy was shoved violently to the floor. "That's where you belong filth," scoffed the fourth year Slytherin student.
"Excuse me!" shouted Pansy in shock.
"Don't think for a moment that I don't know what you did," screeched the older student. "A pureblooded student like yourself paraded about in some scrappy muggle clothing. You chose some crap like that over every product made by witches and wizards."
"I did," said Pansy, desperately looking around the common room for any sort of favourable presence. Unfortunately, while they may not have approved with what the fourth year girl was squealing about, that didn't necessarily mean that they wanted to step in her way.
"You know what, I don't think you do," declared the older student as she drew her wand. "Perhaps I should leave a reminder for you."
Before she got the chance to cast her spell, her wand was knocked clean from her hand. All eyes swiftly circled to the visage of Professor Snape standing there menacingly. "What is the meaning of this?" he questioned as Pansy got to her feet.
"This filth..." started the older student before she found her voice taken away.
"Would an unbiased third party like to inform me of what is going on?" asked Snape. Of all the people who could have stepped forward, many found it surprising that it was Draco Malfoy who made his way to the centre of the floor. "Alright then Draco, talk."
"Professor Snape," started Draco. "This altercation has occurred due to the fact that this student here did not approve of Parkinson's choice of attire for the fashion show due to it being muggle made."
"...Is that all?" The fourth year student seemed almost outraged by Snape's casual dismissal of what was truly the most heinous of crimes. "Miss Parkinson, you chose your garment of your own accord?"
"Yes Professor," answered Pansy.
"Then I see no issue here worthy of being cursed."
When the fourth year student finally found herself with a voice again, she wasted no time in putting it to use. "But Professor Snape, surely..."
"Miss Hently, I should have you know that what Pansy did during that show has shown more cunning than you have yet to show in your time here," declared Snape. "There will be times in life where you may very well have to blend in and do something that you may not particularly approve of. It may be as simple as wearing garments that you do not deem worthy. Tell me Miss Hently, were the Minister of Magic to waltz in here garbed in a second hand cloak that smelt of pegasus manure and wished to shake your hand, would you reject it?"
"I...I..."
"Your hesitation is more of an answer than whatever dribble you were about to say. You are a Slytherin girl, start acting like one."
There was a resounding silence around the room before Snape turned on his feet and strolled away, his point having been made. Words quickly began passing from student to student and Miss Hently swiftly stormed off, grabbing her wand on her way to the dormitories. She would not stand by as slander was spoken of her.
Pansy meanwhile found the papers she had been carrying floating into the air and into her waiting arms, one of the older students having levitated the parchment to her. "Thank you," she said.
"Just between you and me, I think you looked awesome," whispered the student before they walked away.
Pansy couldn't help but let out the tiniest of smiles. It seemed that her efforts hadn't gone unapproved after all.
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Harry sat atop his broom, scouting the field for the ever elusive snitch. It was only a training session but Oliver was determined to have any and all training sessions be as real like as possible. Which meant of course that they couldn't go back into the warmth of the Hogwarts halls until he had secured his target.
Considering how cold it was, they wanted him to hurry up.
He wasn't in too much of a rush though as he watched the combined effort of the Gryffindor Chasers try their best to get it past the combined defensive force of Wood, Fred Weasley and their current substitute defender in Ginny. With her brother currently galavanting around the halls of Beauxbatons, she had put her name up to take his position on the field until such a time as he returned. At first Oliver had been against the idea but upon seeing her skills on a broom, he had swiftly changed his mind.
At this stage, Harry was sure that the youngest of the Weasley siblings would be a potential fixture on the team sometime in the nearby future. He may have been the youngest player in a hundred years but it was very possible that Ginny would match that title soon.
It wasn't really a title he was too proud of anyways. Frankly if she took his position then he'd be fine with it. Wood wouldn't be particularly happy if he decided to hand the reigns over so soon but this was more of a hobby than a competitive sport. Maybe if he kept ignoring the snitch for extended periods of time they would decide to drop him to make way for new talent.
Maybe he could go from being the youngest person to ever make the team to the youngest player to be dropped. Still though, the time out here did give him time alone. Which after his escapade on the runway, some peace and quiet was much appreciated. While a few had given him some spiteful comments, the majority of women who had approached him had done so with much admiration for his courage.
Then a few of them had made comments on how he'd look better wearing only the accompanying lingerie. He had had no reply for those words.
Thankfully now the buzz was dying down and the focus was on the coming weekend where the Beauxbaton students would be making their return to France. It would also be the return of Susan and George which would be more than a welcome sight. He couldn't help but wonder what manner of chaos they had caused during their travels. George was more than likely to do something incredibly outlandish and brass. Susan...it would be interesting to see what Susan had done accomplished during her time abroad.
The other night when Daphne and Tracy had joined their meeting, the possibility of farewelling the Beaxbaton students with a Potter Club goodbye came up but Harry had shot the idea down for two reasons. The first being that this was a solemn time of farewells and well wishes, one that shouldn't be ruined for the tender moment it would be. The second reason would be that the staff would be on high alert. The entirety of the faculty would be on the lookout for any kind of mischief that would disrupt such a momentous occasion.
Hence it only made sense to utilize the time when everybody was conscious of what could be happening to the outgoing students that they used the time to properly welcome those coming home. After all, if all of the professors were making sure that those from Beauxbatons left safely, that left oh so much of the castle grounds unsupervised for a good handful of minutes.
It would be interesting to see just what could get done in such a period of time.
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"Miss Delacour, could I please ask you to open your suitcase," said Professor McGonagall as she watched the French student lug her bags with her.
"My, whatever could you mean Professor? Surely you do not think that I am doing something uncouth?" said Fleur, feigning ignorance.
"I am referring to the fact that your baggage seems to weigh a vast deal more than what you brought with you," stated Minerva.
"I have been doing some shopping," declared Fleur.
"Taking Hogwarts students back with you does not count as shopping," stated Professor McGonagall, cutting to the chase.
Fleur pouted before opening her suitcase, Luna popping her head out. "That was a quick trip to France," she commented.
"You've yet to, and will not be, crossing the border anytime soon Miss Lovegood."
"Oh cridonicks."
"Miss Delacour, if you wish for Miss Lovegood to visit during the holidays I'm sure something can be arranged between your families."
"But I don't want her to visit, I want her to live with me," moaned Fleur. "I promise I'll take care of her."
"Miss Lovegood is not some stray cat I'll have you know."
"Would you like that Fleur, would you like me to be your little kitty cat?" asked Luna.
This resulted in Fleur giving her a bone creaking hug. "Yes Luna, I want you to be my kitty!"
"What is with the students these days?" questioned McGonagall as she rubbed at her eyes.
"I will be sure to write to you weakly Luna."
"I look forward to reading your letters Fleur."
"Quick question Professor," said Fleur, snapping her gaze towards the older woman. "Does the mail here get scanned for compulsion charms or any other hexes that may or may not coerce the mind into travelling across the Channel?"
"...As of this moment, yes."
"It's okay Fleur, you don't need to cast a spell to charm me."
"You are just adorable!"
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When Madam Maxine stepped off the carriage, her students had expected to see her warm smile beckoning them closer. What they didn't expect to see was her holding one George Weasley by the scruff of the neck nearly eight foot off the ground. "Dumblydore!" she shouted, the Hogwarts Headmaster swiftly stepping forward.
"Madame Maxine, I trust there is a reasonable explanation as to why you're hoisting one of my students at such a perilous height," said Dumbledore, trying to calm the situation down.
"Peril you say? This ruffian made a complete and utter mockery of my academy. Every day he seemed more and more encouraged to get into greater trouble. What child in their right mind rocks up to class in nothing but their undergarments?" bellowed Madame Maxine.
"What can I say, there were so many beautiful women there that I had to show off all this," replied George, to which Madame Maxine promptly dropped him to the ground.
"I profusely apologize on behalf of Mister Weasley Madame Maxine, I assure you that he will be Surely punished for his actions," stated Albus.
"See that he is Dumbleydore," stated Madame Maxine as she stepped out of the way of the carriage, permitting the rest of the Hogwarts students to exit the cramped space. "What worries me more Dumbleydore, is the rumours spreading about my halls."
"Rumours Madame Maxine?"
"Tell me, what do you know of this, Potter Club?"
Dumbledore did his best to not massage at his temples.
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"Fred!"
"George!"
"Brother o' brother, how were that time in France?"
"You already forget o' brother of mine that it was you who travelled abroad and not myself."
"Really, yet you are the one with the accent now."
"I speak the same dialect as you good chum."
"So you do old boy."
"There are pressing matters at hand that must be discussed."
"Which matters do you inquire about o' brother of mine?"
"The ladies of France that frequented here were very fashionable shall we say. What I want to know is, did you discover if their fashion spread to areas unmentionable?"
"Are you talking about their undergarments o' dearest brother of mine?"
"How brazen of you as to speak of it so plainly good fellow!"
"Well dear brother I shall inform you that their taste in fashion is not limited to their upper garments. Shall I show you?
"Wait, wait, George hold up a minute, hold up. Are you telling me that you stole underwear from the French students?"
"Steal, heavens no! But I have some all the same."
"What? How?"
"Our ancient and most noblest of traditions of course."
"Tell me o' George the Explorer, what ancient and most noblest of traditions do you speak of?"
"The trading of the undergarments of course, an English wizarding gesture as old as time itself."
"So, and I just want to clarify this, you convinced a bunch of female students from Beauxbatons that it was our culture to exchange underwear with one another."
"Right you are ol' chum."
"...Brilliant!"
"I knew you'd take fancy to the idea. Though I must say there was much confusion when our good friend Cedric Diggory found himself surrounded by teenage witches trying to give him their panties."
"You know what o' brother of mine, I believe this calls for a celebration!"
"Here, here!"
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"And...that should do it."
"Are you sure it will work."
"Absolutely, see this rune here. That's a repetitive timer meaning that this rune over here will activate at three o'clock every day, filling this corridor with gas."
"And that's where my next question comes into play. We're flooding a room full of gas, isn't that, you know, incredibly dangerous?"
"It will only disperse the gas for five minutes before subsiding, nowhere near long enough for it to do any sort of lasting damage to the human body. It will disperse on its own accord and people will have a good laugh about it."
"And what was this gas called again?"
"I'd tell you but we need to move, if we get caught here we're getting more than detention."
"Fine then, don't tell me."
"Alright, alright, it's..."
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Harry looked at the letter in his hand for what felt like the twentieth time. It seemed that his little gambit with Malfoy had paid off. Lucius Malfoy had indeed made it known that he wished to meet with Harry in the coming days.
That unfortunately gave Harry little time to prepare. Thankfully, he still had one heavily destroyed diary that could be used to his advantage. One that was meant to mess with the mind of those that wrote in it.
If he did go down this route, it would be incredibly dangerous and if it turned sour then there was a good chance that Lucius would lash out at him. Still though, he needed to free Dobby somehow and this was the only option he could think of.
Here hoped the risk was worth the reward.
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"I thank you all for joining today's meeting of the Potter Fan Club. It seems that while some of our prior members are unaccounted for, we have gained a number of new members. Welcome."
"It's a pleasure to be here."
"Same."
"I'm only here cause Jennifer dragged me here."
"Excuse excuses."
"Ladies, please, there is much to be discussed and there is little time to discuss it. Now, there is one thing that I am aware is on the minds of each and every one of us here, something that wracks at our brains and questions our sense of selves. I ask you dear witches a question, and this a question I never thought I would ask in my lifetime but it needs to be said."
"Does Harry Potter look better in women's clothing?"
The back and forth argument went on for no less than forty minutes. It would have likely only have lasted less than half as long if Luna hadn't added that Harry had crossdressed once before, in front of the Minister of Magic no less.
None of the witches could prevent themselves from imagining Harry in the aptly described yellow sundress with pink flowers on the hem. Then there had also been the discussion about whether said dress would, as he himself questioned, made his butt look big.
Luna took great pleasure in hearing the girls talk about Harry's butt.
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