Everyone was pissed; many were expelling their breakfast in corners. Bubblehead Charms were everywhere, with older students help the younger ones. They now had to go shower and change for Hogsmeade, and a great deal of them were contemplating if their clothes needed to be burned.
Harry realized that this was one of those times when magic should have been used more cautiously. He hadn't meant to do that; all he wanted to do was change Ron's features. He must have overpowered it. He was thinking away the smell when…
"Mr. Potter," McGonagall all but yelled as she stormed up to the boy in question. "What did you do to Mr. Weasley?" she demanded, looking over her glasses. After the way the child had shunned her, and the restraining order against Albus, she had very little positive emotions for the boy hero. She would be damned if he got away with this.
"Me? I didn't even talk to him. All I did was finish my breakfast. Why are you accusing me?" he asked indignantly. "He's the one who broke the restraining order. What are you going to do about that?" he asked, folding his arms.
"You really cannot expect him to keep his distance in the same room as you. Now, I know you had something to do with this," she insisted, holding out her hand. "Give me your wand."
Harry shrugged and pulled it out and handed it over. The last thing he used it for was to fix the Shrieking Shack. Now that he knew he could do magic without it, it stayed mostly in his pocket.
McGonagall cast the spell and saw a repairing charms, the likes of which she had never seen before, however it was not a transfiguration spell, so the boy was clean. This time. "Very well," she sighed, handing him back his wand. "I apologize for falsely accusing you," she added blandly, holding out her hand for the other three teens' wands. She found nothing to hold them and waved them away. She then sought the Weasley twins.
"Come on, let's get changed," Harry said to his friends, completely dismissing the old biddy. Hermione was satisfied with McGonagall's finding and didn't question Harry. Luna, on the other hand, knew he could do magic with a thought, so she glared at him once, and then broke out into giggles. Neville had no clue if the other boy did anything. Harry just kept his face calm and laughed hysterically in his head.
The showers were full when they got to the tower, which anyone who knew about skunks could've told them wouldn't do any good. But there were some older years using Cleansing Charms to rid others of the smell. They had to go over a person three times, but it was working. Someone got the bright idea on using tomato juice, which helped those showering a lot.
House elves were popping in using their own brand of magic to help where they could. They were the ones who charmed the showers, half with tomato juice and half with water. It was going to take at least the day to fumigate the castle. It took about a few hours for everyone to be sorted, but the stink lingered in the air, making the younger years hurry outside, and the older students make their way to the carriages.
As their carriage neared the village, Harry had to admit it had charm. Even though he'd seen it once before, looking at it from this angle made it look like a picture postcard. As soon as they made it to the town, the two girls dragged him to the nearest clothes store, Tylor's Threads, and went immediately to the man at the counter for help.
"Our friend here needs a whole new wardrobe," Hermione stated, indicating Harry with a big smile. "Oh, and we need matching formal wear," she added as an afterthought.
"Does he now? Well, I'm Tylor Ruston, this is my store, I will be more than happy to assist," the owner stated, running his eyes up and down the fidgeting dark-haired teen. He knew this was the Boy-Who-Lived and wanted to make the sale. Even though the boy hero was being vilified right now, that would pass as it did a few years ago when it was thought he was the Heir of Slytherin. This could up his sales if he could get them to spend their money here.
"Yes, he does," she confirmed, and then introduced everyone as she looked over the store. She saw racks of clothes and pointed to them. "We would like to see what you have on the rack, after you take his measurements," the bushy-haired witch said with a great deal of excitement. Even though she was a bookworm, she did love shopping.
First, they got their dress robes, and each got suits, or gowns, for underneath. They would wear their robes open, so the girls could show off their dresses. Neville offered to take Hermione if they didn't allow for Harry to have two dates, so they made sure the four of them coordinated. Since the robes were simple, he shouldn't have a problem adjusting them if he had to find a new date. That and he still had the set his gran sent with him.
They then spent the next hour dressing Harry in the most outrageous and outdated clothes. Many of which made the quartet break out in gales of laughter. Neville spent more time in his mirth then having Harry's back. Traitor. Now Harry knew why everyone was giving him weird looks when he told them that he was letting girls do his shopping. They were a nightmare.
Wizards really had no clue as to how non-magicals dressed. Our hero was getting irritated, as was Hermione. Though, they both had quite a few giggling fits, like when Harry came out of the changing room looking like a flowerchild. His bellbottom pants and flowery peasant shirt made him look absolutely ridiculous. He conjured some dark round glasses, a few beaded necklaces, and a leather headband to complete the image. It was a good thing that Hermione was laughing so hard that she didn't pay attention. Luna and Neville didn't understand why they were laughing, not even when the bookworm explained it to them. They thought Harry looked nice, especially Luna.
"We're not going to get what I want here. Let's go to London and see what's there," the dark-haired teen boy said as he put the last outfit in the discard pile. Hermione protested, and Luna sighed, but they both agreed that they wouldn't find any good clothes here, so they nodded their head.
"We'll hit the other stores first, and then we'll see if we can't get permission to go to London," Hermione compromised as she put another shirt in the discard pile.
Harry just shrugged. He could probably get all of this and transform it into the clothes he wanted, but where was the fun in that? That and he'd have to explain how he did it.
The owner, seeing money and prestige slip away, ran in front of the door, and held out his hands to stop them. "Wait! Please! What are you looking for? I can create anything you want," he all but begged. "Perhaps, I'll even put your name on it. At the very least say you had a hand in the creations. I'll give you a discount. Please, give me a chance." There was no way he was letting the greatest sale he ever had escape.
Harry went to the where they put the clothes he had tried on, picked up some discarded bellbottoms and took out his tricorder and waved it over them. Soon he had in his hands more stylish blue jeans. "This is what most teenage non-magicals wear. See how the waist is lower and the legs are formed to fit? I also made the material much lighter in weight." He handed them to the pleading man, who examined them closely.
The tailor nodded and went to the fabric hanging on the wall. He grabbed some of the denim and started working his magic. Soon enough there were five sets of jeans in black and dark blue ready for Harry to try on. They fit, and he and the girls were happy. Neville didn't care either way, but he also tried on the new style. They spent another hour going over modern fashion with the tailor and left with a huge wardrobe, spending over five hundred Galleons, even with the discount the man gave them.
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