WELCOME

What on earth was with the people living in the castle today? While the Entity was used to them doing all sorts of strange and silly things at various times whenever she was able to stay awake - which was happening more and more these days - she was never quite sure why certain things were done. Like pairs disappearing in the room on the seventh floor (where she hoped they didn't find her now cut up yarn ball), or the Flyer and the Red Confusion Boy skulking around with weird objects in their hands. Today was no different. While she was used to the strangeness of the clothing (her mother and Blue Lady would have been appalled by the skirts. The Red Man's and the Green Man's sons probably wouldn't have minded. Especially Green Man's son.) underneath the diferent trimmed robes, today was different. Everyone, and not just the Green Man's students was wearing something green. (And those who weren't kept getting pinched by those with Ibernian accents.)

Though she certainly didn't like the thought of being pinched, the Entitty certainly wasn't going to join everyone's silly lapse of fashion by wearing green. Though it was the colour of trees and springtime, it was the colour of Green Man and therefore not a nice colour, only tolerated when flowers were attached. That's when she noticed that aside from all of the people, there were more green objects floating around than usual. Giant, green clovers were everywhere and when her attention fell on the eating room (which was so busy with people filing in for what looked like the midday meal) some of the food and drinks were green too. A scream in the hallway revealed the poltergeist with the silly hat was throwing exploding balls with green goo at students until an older student walked by and threatened to get the Bloody Baron. (Whoever he was, she did not want to meet him. She had already seen one scary baron and didn't need to meet another.)

"Ooooooh I hate green!" she said, stamping her foot. The action caused her to solidify in a dark and hidden alcove near the eating room. Looking around at all of the people wearing the offensive colour she frowned. The thought of adding flowers to everything green crossed her mind, however there was just too much of it. Not to mention it was cold so the flowers would die almost immediately. Instead it would be far easier to just get rid of it altogether. Quoting a rhyme she had heard someone use recently, the entity snapped her fingers and sang "Green, green, go away. Come again another day." Once she finished speaking everything in the offensive shade disappeared. The decorations off the walls, the emeralds in the one double glass bubble, the crazy barrettes in the hair of some of the girls, the green clothes and the robes off the green students. The Entity had exactly two seconds to smile in satisfaction of the green removal before chaos erupted in a roar emanating from some very, very shocked people, prompting the girl to decide to pop out to somewhere more quiet.

harmony says happy st. patrick's day hogwarts!

Out of all the strange traditions that arose from muggle Holidays, St. Patrick's day and the wearing of green had to be one of the strangest. Rose could easily see wearing costumes on Halloween coming about as a means to scare off or confuse evil spirits in the lead up to All Souls Day but pinching someone for not representing Irish Love or Pride? That was a bit more of a stretch. Still it allowed for a slight lapse in the school dress code and though Rose wore her uniform fastidiously, on a day where she had to trudge to the greenhouses outside and then to the extremely cold dungeons back to back, she appreciated the opportunity to wear her nice, thick green sweater over a long sleeved, wool shirt in mint green. To the students who weren't as fond of the uniform, Professor McGonagall's allowance of green stockings, socks, shirts and sweaters in place of normal uniform articles temporarily boosted the old woman's popularity. Assuming of course they would abide by what the Head Girl referred to as the covering of the Three Bs - butts, bellies and breasts.

The sudden explosion of green certainly made for an interesting sight in the great hall. Normally the majority of green came from the far left table and it made it a little difficult to recognize certain students - already Rose could spot Fred sneaking off to the Hufflepuff table to see how many people he could fool into thinking he was Chris. Even a few of the Professors were getting into the "holiday" spirit and spouting either green or shamrocks. Even the food was festive; the juices had been turned green, as had the frosting on certain breakfast pastries, which seemed to be a talking point for many of the conversations. Although..."Kathleen! I don't care if you're 'true Irish' or not, don't even think of pinching the younger students." she admonished after overhearing the younger girl's plan. "Honestly..." she sighed, rolling her eyes at Justinian and - though she was across the hall - Renna.

Though the younger Finnegan girl retorted and called Rose a stick in the mud - as if she'd never head that before - the redhead went back to focusing on her breakfast and the more mature conversation being among the older students. However the focus was not long for the world after a sudden "POP" of displaced air. For a second Rose blinked, trying to figure out what had changed before she registered the cold air. With a sudden blush that caused her face to rival her hair, Rose realized the boy sitting across from her suddenly did not have a shirt under his robes. Looking down, the girl suddenly realized she had no shirt on either, revealing a plain white bra to the world at large. Yanking her school cloak around her to cover herself up, she looked around the room. Obviously this wasn't some kind of prank by the Slytherins aimed at the Gryffindors - because many Slytherins were down to undergarments and the lower half of their school uniforms...and with no outer robes to cover themselves.

"Oh. My. God." Normally Rose was more eloquent, but in this situation, there were no words. None at all.

"Of course there is no one at our table to pinch you dolt, the theme color of the house is green," spoke Scorpius in a bored tone to a younger year who was pouting about the fact that there was no one to pinch at the table. "Might I suggest you check the Hufflepuff table," he added giving his signet ring a bored twist as he debated what he would eat for breakfast. It was going to be a long and boring day to say the least. He was more than likely going to have to deal with at least one younger year who forgot what day it was and expected him to care and do something about them getting pinched when he couldn't care less and was of the opinion that the stupid kid should have paid more attention to what day it was.

Finally deciding that he would go with a bit of bacon and toast Scorpius stopped mid reach as he discovered that his arm was bare. He had his robes with a green long sleeved shirt on so his arm should should not be bare yet it was, though there was more than just his arm his chest was bear and it seemed to be the same across the whole table. Scorpius blinked a few times in surprise before looking to the younger year and saying "Don't even think about it unless you want to be hexed into next week." he warned as there was mummers across the Great Hall as it turned out that everyone that wore green was lacking their green clothing.

Yet Scoprius' attention was kept long on the the Great Hall as a whole but rather turned to Cross who seemed to be amused by her own chest which if Scorpius was honest was looking rather sexy. "Rapier, they are still there and yes they look good, now let some one else stare at them for a bit. I'm sure we'll let you know if they vanish," smirked Scorpius. Clearly this whole vanishing of green was done by the little demon child that he wanted to destroy but this instance there was something beneficial about what she did and Scorpius could really enjoy this moment. The view was pretty good it was just unfortunate that so many were more reserved than Cross who was all about showing off. Truth be told that made her seem all the more sexy how had he forgotten how sexy she was. Too bad he couldn't suggest they go off somewhere.

The smirk remained on Scorpius' lips until his eyes happened to notice the lack of the family signet ring. "BLOODY HELL!" bellowed out Scorpius as he realized that with the vanishing of everything green the little beast took his family signet ring! That had been in the family for generations! Scorpius thudded the table with his fist anger bubbling up in him with not way out as the little demon child was no where to be seen and there really was no real way to make her pay even if she was around. Scorpius pounded the table again for good measure.

Saint Patrick's day was an interesting even at Hogwarts. Growing up, it hadn't been particularly interesting - at school you would wear something green or get pinched all day by various classmates when the teachers weren't looking. At Hogwarts though they made all holidays magical, just like everything of this world. She never stopped learning things and she honestly suspected she never would. It was almost a frightening thought, but she was curious and eager to learn to be apart of everything. The castle was decorated in an elaborate manner, greens appearing everywhere. It was incredibly beautiful, at least if you liked green. It reminded Aurora of the rolling Scotland hills that colored the path of the Hogwarts Express. But even the foods and drinks had been colored to fit the holiday, something that made Aurora's gray eyes light up in amusement. This was nice, it still didn't compare to Halloween - but it came close.

Aurora was slow coming down for breakfast, but when she did she took a seat and placed one of her books besides her. She allowed herself to take in her surroundings for a few moments, merely smiling at her house mates a s she listened to their idle chatter and as they scoped out victims to pinch. Aurora herself had gotten a little distracted this morning, and on top of that owned few things that were green. She felt that she didn't look good in the color...so instead of dressing up in all green like some of the other students she merely had slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt - tying her long light brown hair in an emerald ribbon. She eyed the food in front of her for a few moments, trying to decide what she wanted to eat. Finally she decided on a biscuit a few pieces of sausage.

She was about to bite into her biscuit when a loud exclamation from a few people down, and everyone else in the hall rang out. Aurora blinked in confusion for a few moments turning to Rose. "Whats-" She began, only to pause once she realized that the red headed prefect no longer was wearing the shirt that she had previously been wearing. Aura arched an eyebrow, curiously before glancing around the rest of the hall as the commotion continued. Everyone was missing clothes...green clothes. A smirk crosses Aurora's face as she realized this, a devious look appearing in her eyes. At least now she could get a good look at some of the guys she thought were nice looking without wooing anyone! Hahaha!

"Nice breasts." She finally stated to Rose, grinning broadly. "Do you need to borrow my sweater?" She'd lend it to the girl if she wanted it. It wasn't like she didn't have a layer underneath it as well. Hearing a familiar voice, and pounding from a nearby table, Aurora shifted to look at the Slytherin table to see a very grumpy looking Scorpius Malfoy. The male was shirtless...and she was curious as to what he was so damned mad about now. Maybe his knickers vanished as well? "Oui! Malfoy! Did your knickers disappear?!" She shouted, causing a few people who heard her to snicker.

To Zhou Maddoc Davies, any holiday was an opportunity to act ridiculous with good reason. Which meant that he tended to be even more ridiculous than his usual ridiculous self. That may have explained the explosion of green that bounded into the Great Hall with all the excited energy of a Fizzing Whizzbee and bellowed like a jolly green giant...er student, "GOOD MORNING!". EVERYTHING he wore was green. According to himself, speaking if a first-year with the oddest expression on his face, it was to ensure that NO ONE could pinch him this year. From head to toe, he was green, green, green. On his feet he wore a pair of green leather dress shoes (borrowed from Mal's Da), a pair of nicely tailored so-green-it-hurts-the-eyes dress slacks, an equally painful green button-up Oxford shirt, a tie that actually sang out "Kiss Me! I'm Irish!", and a shimmering green bowler hat with a large four-leaf clover. He was weird, and he didn't care in the least. It was St. Patrick's Day! The day meant to commemorate.... the color green? He had no idea what the holiday was meant for, though he appreciated the color, food, alcoholic beverages, and flirty young women.

He was welcomed to Ravenclaw table amid a chorus of groans and laughs from his housemates, and he grinned as he literally jumped onto his seat, thumping a few backs in a good-nature greeting. He ignored the few sour-face kids who couldn't enjoy a day in their life if their grades depended on it, and instead talked amongst the more amused of his fellows. He proceeded to pile food onto his plate, as though this were his very last meal and he needed to make the best of it. He tended to treat every meal with that regard. Food was his third love and tied with History. First was Quidditch, and second belonged to his fondness for stupidity. He shoveled an entire stack of hotcakes into his mouth, and swallowed it down after what seemed only three bites. Pouring himself a glass of green pumpkin juice, he leaped onto the breakfast table and held up his goblet.

"A toast to St. Paddy and his saintness. May the color green come to only represent this glorious day and not those snot-nosed Slytherins that no one likes! Cheers!"

He drank down his glass, all of it, and then sighed, right in time with a loud popping noise. The sudden draft alerted him first to the fact that he was quite naked. Well, not really. One can dream. He was dressed only in his Quidditch-themed boxer shorts and one black sock with glittering, golden snitches. He had been unable to find the other that morning so had worn a green sock (which had also been missing its mate). He looked down at himself, and then to all the shocked faces of his Housemates, many of whom were looking at their nearly naked Captain. He then looked over at Slytherin and laughed when he saw a girl dressed in just her knickers.

"Ha! I'm not the only one!"

Zhou was not the least bit concerned about his lack of clothing and just grinned instead as he surveyed the scene of confusion and chaos before him. This was fun. Whoever came up with this latest prank was really brilliant. And he always loved an opportunity to show off for the ladies. He stretched languidly. A stern voice shouted out over the crowd.

"MR. DAVIES! YOU WILL GET DOWN FROM THAT TABLE IMMEDIATELY!"

The cocky young man grinned at the professor and saluted smartly.

"Yes, ma'am!"

He hopped down from the table, still grinning at how much fun this all was. Even if a bit chilly. Though he was sad, now that he remembered, that his wonderful bowler was missing. He hoped it turned up later. Never one to stay in one place, he meandered his way over to the Gryffindor table, the bright red face of one Rose Weasley calling to him like a lodestone, and just begging to be teased. He sat down in the space beside her and joked.

"You're Irish, right? Can I kiss you?"

He was, of course, not in the least serious. Rose was the scariest witch in all of Hogwarts, and he wouldn't put it past her to turn him into a newt.

Renna did not celebrate St. Patrick's day but she was of the opinion that she looked rather fetching in green and therefore saw no harm in coloring her shirt a deep forest color for the occasion. She tugged and curled her elongating hair and put her make up on like she did every morning before heading down to breakfast. After she was eating she would reapply her lipstick and go to class. She liked her red lips to stay red throughout the day. As she entered the great hall she was unimpressed at the amount of green though on some level it was rather nice to see so much of her house color parading around. She sat down and helped herself to some of the green foods that littered the table and her usual sausage and toast. She was enjoying it in a lady like fashion when suddenly she realized that her chest was bare.

She looked down at the pale, rounded globes that were her breasts and, with considerable effort, looked as if it didn't bother her at all. If she told herself that enough it would make it so. Scorpius however must have thought something else as his comment implied that her assests impressed her. They could be better but he had a good point, there wasn't any shame in what she had. So she straightened and shot back with her sharp wit. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." with a clearly invitational eyebrow quirk.

"Okay." cracked the voice of the third year sitting across from her. But before she could answer Scorpius made a movement out of the corner of her eye (she didn't quite catch it) and the third year vacated his seat quickly. Revealed to her was 7th year Ravenclaw extrodinaire Zhou Davies, also in his underwear. Renna did not stop her eyes from enjoying his lean, muscles chest that was bared to the word and for a moment the two were clearly exchanging appreciative glances at the other until her attention was drawn elsewhere. Surely at some point she would be told to wear a shirt but opted instead to button the black cardigan she had been wearing over her shirt. This she decided had been a great decision since if she had not been wearing it her tattoo and the garish, giant scar on her back would have been exposed and she couldn't have stood that. Her vanity dictated that she kept it hidden even though she appreciated all her scars. She didn't think that anyone who saw her back would find it as potentially attractive as she did.

Despite having quite a number of relatives living in and around the Boston area and spending so much of his time close to Ireland, St. Patrick's Day wasn't really a holiday that registered on Kevin's radar. He wasn't Irish, so he wasn't into Irish Pride and while he was now of age to drink in the United Kingdom, he was in school during the holiday. Something that would interfere with the partying and drinking aspect he actually wanted to participate in. While he certainly hadn't heard about anyone getting caught drunk in the castle, being found plastered under Professor McGonagall's reign was a recipe for trouble. Truth be told St. Patrick's Day wasn't going to be interesting to the boy until he was 21 and able to be in Boston. After all despite what his maternal grandparents would sometimes say about muggles, according to his American relatives, they really, really knew how to throw a party.

And instead of living it up and celebrating beer, here he was in the corny, watered down version of the festivities. The only reason he was wearing a green sweater (a gift from Grandmother Bulstrode which meant it was significantly less cooler than a shirt from Grandma Crowe) over a plain shirt was it meant not having to wear his uniform one - and every time Kevin could wear normal clothes he did. Even if there was no pinching risk had he stayed in uniform; the one benefit to the Slytherin colours when it came to certain holidays. Of course it would be nice to wear actual pants and not these uncomfortable uniform ones. he thought sardonically as he demolished the scrambled eggs and sausages on his plate. But obviously her grumpiness doesn't trust us in our fashion choices. Granted Professor McGonagall was of a different century and probably figured anyone not covered from neck to wrist to ankle wasn't fully dressed.

Clothing complaints were forgotten however as Kevin plowed his way through the breakfast buffet set on the table before him. Like any growing boy, Kevin was more than capable of eating his own weight in one meal and being hungry shortly after. It was probably a good thing he played quidditch or his weight would have been a lot ore than it actually was. Though apparently his early morning ritual still surprised a few of his housemates - in an effort to keep his sister from nagging him, Kevin was a few seats away from his usual seat and had a group of fourth year girls next to him, their faces ranging from awe to faint disgust at the amount of food he'd already knocked back. But he wasn't there for them or conversation. Just the food. However there was just one thing that rated higher than food to Kevin's brain. Just one thing. He didn't notice at first, thinking that the sudden quiet was just one of those natural pauses where someone normally shouted out something embarrassing. And then he looked up...and nearly spat out his drink in surprise.

Am I dead and in heaven? Or is this the best dream ever? he asked himself as he took in the view around the table of a great multitude of girls whose upper bodies were clad only in their bras. A quick pinch to the arm confirmed he was alive and definitely awake and though the boy figured that the so called "demon child" (the new target of Renna Cross' obsessive rage) was behind events but Kevin was not going to complain. In fact he figured he'd have to thank her - not only was the stupid sweater gone but he got to stare at breasts. Nice ones too. Sorry Jordan, he thought, issuing a silent apology to the Ravenclaw chaser as he ogled Cross, But you just lost your title of best rack in the school. Somewhere to his left, Malfoy was throwing some kind of temper tantrum but that wasn't nearly as interesting. (Though admittedly anything that pissed off that prat was good too.) "Well. Perhaps this day isn't going to be so bad after all." the boy mused, not bothering to keep the smirk off his face. "Hey Cross, that's a good look for you. Almost as good as the shorts."

Neville, as a teacher, couldn't really "dress up" for events like St. Patrick's Day. At least, not to the extent that his students did. Not that it mattered, of course: even if he did have permission, nobody would be able to get Neville to wear all green. He didn't need certain Slytherin students being smug in class. Still, he did opt to wear a leprechaun hat with a four-leaf clover sticking out of the band, along with the usual black robes the staff wore. He'd never been one for celebrating this particular holiday, never having been much of a drinker (his seventh year notwithstanding, and Seamus paid dearly for his hand in that joke). He was rarely at the staff table during breakfast, typically working in the greenhouses instead, as the time of day could be crucial to herbology. Some plants could only be gathered as the rays of dawn hit them; others thrived best when taken care of in the morning light. But today, he was helping to oversee the Great Hall. Minerva had gathered all the staff today, worried that the Entity would try something. The theory here was, some things it did were completely random, but others were a response to stimuli--positive or negative. The Entity was a small child with far too much power, and no sense of responsibility. There was a chance the holiday would incite it to cause mayhem, either from enjoying all the green or disliking it.

As he ate his way through his bacon and eggs, the Gryffindor Head of House surveyed the room carefully, looking for trouble of any sort and size. There were all the usual goings-on, of course: students reading, joking and laughing; certain students (including Kevin Crowe) plowing through frankly disturbing amounts of food; students taunting one another, keeping the rivalry of the houses alive. He looked up at the ceiling. It was cold outside, but the sky was clear. No snow today, which was a good thing, if he had anything to why was his hat suddenly missing? Neville felt the weight leave his head as though it had vanished. For an instant, he thought a student might have actually been able to sneak up on him for once, until screams, shouts, and catcalls filled the air. He looked around. Lots of half-naked students, displaying the full spectrum of emotional responses to the situation. Half the food was gone. Heck, Slytherin's banner had vanished from its place on the wall. McGonagall had been right, the Entity had been incited by the excessive green in the castle...and apparently, it had chosen to fix that particular problem at the root.

Well, this was irritating. Not that Nevill wasn't glad it was just a massive amount of embarrassing for the students (and some of the teachers) instead of life-threatening, but he really liked that hat! He'd owned it since going to the World Quidditch Cup before his fourth year, and it had aged well. The Lion of Gryffindor sighed as the students continued to panic, and looked over at McGonagall. Apparently, the sight of every single student behaving like baboons (as she would put it) had given the Headmistress a shock. Well, no matter. It was an easy fix. Nevill stood up and pointed his wand at the ceiling. Immediately, a lion's roar erupted from the wand, so loud and forceful that the Great Hall itself shook with the force. It didn't simply overpower the students' noise and panic, it compelled them to stop where they were, directly targeting one of their basic instincts, the one that tells you getting eaten by a giant cat is bad. With the Great Hall silent, Neville waved his wand again, causing piles of the school's spare robes to rain down at every table. He sighed. "Everyone, get dressed and calm down. You're missing clothes, not limbs. You'll live."

After seeing the Carrows chain students naked to the walls of the castle to be whipped, a few adolescents in underwear weren't going to faze him one bit. Instead, Neville started looking around, hoping to meet the Entity face-to-face, curious to see if it had been enjoying the mayhem it had caused, and what it would do in retaliation to him.

This whole situation was just one indignity after the other. And it seemed that as soon as she had she pulled her robes around her, Zhou Davies leapt on top of his house table to reveal that he was down to his boxer shorts and one sock. Thankfully Professor McGonagall ordered the insane Raven to get down but before anything could be ordered otherwise he decided that coming to the Gryffindor table was in order. Before his relationship with Ally ended, people would have figured that he would come by and admire his girlfriend in such a state but instead he decided to follow Aurora's lead and come torment Rose instead. Not that it was such a hard task at that moment, given Rose's being uncomfortable with so much skin showing - having the presence of so many of her relatives around was also not helping. Bathing suits were one thing, learning preferences regarding boxers or briefs or boy-shorts verses thongs was something completely different.

"Oh my god no!" she shrieked as Zhou plopped himself in the space next to her and asked if he could kiss her. Using her right hand to secure her robes over her torso, Rose pushed Zhou to create more space between them with her left. She would have shrieked a little more to elaborate that no, she wasn't Irish and there was no way in Hell she would kiss him but thankfully her roommate Aurora - who was obviously much more at ease with the situation (and her body) than Rose - offered the use of her sweater in what Rose perceived as an act of mercy. "You do have another shirt on underneath, right?" Confirmation of that led to Rose taking the offered garment with many profusions of thanks and a silent forgiveness of the comment regarding her breasts. "Thank you, so much. No offence to the others, you are now my favourite roommate right now." In a further quirk of her discomfort for flaunting her body, Rose ducked under the table to provide a shield while she struggled into Aurora's sweater. It was a tight fit - Rora was much skinnier than Rose after all - but it was better than a hastily held together robe or just a bra.

When she emerged from beneath the table (an embarrassing scene given the number of bare legs) the redhead at last looked around. There appeared to be some sort of snafu over at the Sytherin table by the way Malfoy was still carrying on. With something now covering her body, Rose was able to smirk at her roommate's comment, even if she couldn't maintain any sort of eye contact there for long. Thankfully Professor Longbottom took the lead to silence the room by causing a massive roar to erupt from his wand along with spare robes. Which would help slightly, especially for those down to the...bare essentials. Of course with direction now given and bolstered by the fact she was now wearing a shirt, Rose's "prefect instincts" began tingling. "Alright you heard the professor. Those of you with major loss of clothing grab and put on a robe. Once you've done that, get back to your dorms and change." Advice she was going to follow herself. "Rora, I'll give you this back once I've put on a shirt." "Civies" day or no, right now the safest outfit to wear at this point was probably going to be her uniform...

Renna agreed with Professor Longbottom, after all missing clothes were nothing to fret about. Nevermind that she had been quite close herself to losing her own cool as she'd serenly buttoned her cardigan. It might not have been so bad except males she barely paid attention too were zeroed in on what was usually a very well hidden (but still generous) bosom. She doubted that any of them aid half a mind to the size of her chest in the past but now they would certainly keep it in mind. Sighing she attempted to get back to breakfast but she might as well have been trying to move a mountain. It was impossible to concentrate on anything with the general hubbub still going around what with girls running for their dorm rooms for shirts and other items. She finished her tea and toast at least and spared Kevin a wry smile.

"I'm glad you like it!" she said lightly. “You don't seem too distressed about your lost sweater though I imagine many young men here are wishing the girls had chosen to wear green bra's for the occasion." She then rescinded her remark mentally as she recalled one girl’s hands going quite quickly to her chest at one of the other tables. Well she seemed to have made it out of the room unscathed but would no doubt be scarred for life. She thought that if her entire chest had been revealed to the table around her there was no way she would have been able to act nonchalant about it and blow it off. She was proud of her body this was true, she didn’t really mind people admiring it, but it would be on her terms to those she chose to reveal it too. Currently other than her mother and Rose who had already seen her changing during vacations and other escapades there were only two additional people she would chose to disrobe in front of willingly and both had already expressed an approval of what they had seen.

It was promising therefore that eventually they would appreciate the entire package but now was not the time and this was certainly not the place to be displaying one’s assets freely. She was certain the poor third year she’d been sitting across from would never recover and she felt a certain shiver of disgust as she realized that he was of the right age to have an active imagination and that she might play into it at some point. Shuddering outwardly it took her a moment to finish eating, pretending that she had all the time in the world to fetch another shirt before she set down her utensils and stood. The flat of her stomach (and bellybutton) showed quite clearly as she had only buttoned the sweater enough to cover her incredibly feminine brazier but she made a show of smoothing her pants and stepped over the bench. “Well it’s been lovely I’m sure but I have to change before class.” It was such an oddly formal way of handling the situation that those classmates that knew her well would easily be able to spot how incredibly hard it was for her to pretend that she wasn’t bothered at all from this entire situation. Taking another fortifying breath she began to head towards the common room again.