As we made our way to our first stop, I couldn’t help but notice how happy I was. For the first time in a long time I wasn’t the miserable girl I had been in the past. Maybe it was because someone truly cared about me.
My jaw dropped as we walked inside the robe shop. They had the most beautiful robes I’d ever seen, made from the finest materials. Many were silk or velvet, but they were all lovely. I reached out to touch one.
“No no no no no! I won’t have a little rat touching my fine apparel and soiling it!”
“It’s all right Madame Kay. We’re paying for a new wardrobe for this lovely young lady.” Lucifer smoothly and easily came to my rescue. My hero.
“Ah, she is with you, my dear Lucifer. I shall see to her personally then. We can’t have someone so lovely tended to by my… rather incompetent associates.”
“Very well. We shall begin finding things for her to try on and you can alter them to suit her as needed.” Draco jumped in. I believe he didn’t want to be left out.
They began pulling things from shelves left and right. It matters little that she didn’t want to have her incompetent associates tending to me, because she was continuously poking me with the pins. I came out in the first set of robes.
“What do you two think?” I asked. Their eyes turned toward me, and both of my “heroes” erupted in laughter. I turned and looked in the mirror. “OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!”
“But Madamoiselle, it is the latest fashion in Paris. All who can afford it are getting one of these!” said the shopkeeper.
“I look like a platypus!” Wait, what does a platypus even look like?
“What does a platypus even look like?” Was Draco’s response. Apparently I’m not the only one who’s lost.
“Very well. We shall put you in something else, although I dare say it won’t be half so fashionable.” Said the very disgruntled Madame Kay.
“That would be most welcome, thank you.” I had difficulty getting out of the horrendous set of robes she had placed me in.
Through the curtain of the fitting room, another robe was handed to me. This one looked more suited to my tastes, and thus I decided that it was safe to give it a try. After I was dressed in this new garment, I opened the curtain and stepped out into the shop. I was met by silent stares.
“What, is there something on my face? Do I look hideous in this too? WHAT?!” Draco stood and turned me to face the mirror. As I looked at myself, my expression softened and I smiled. The robes were perfect. I’d never had anything that fit me half so well, and they were the most gorgeous turquoise color.
“You look stunning. I don’t think they even need to be tailored for you, they fit so well already.” Lucifer said as he walked up to stand at my other side. I looked at myself one last time before looking to the two who were helping me with this venture. They both nodded in agreement that this would be one of the things we would buy that day.
After that, I tried on several more articles of clothing and we left after having purchased multiple new wardrobe pieces.
We went, then, to the nearest bookstore. After having picked up the books I needed for school, I gladly looked into the fictional section. My favorite books were romances, and I couldn’t help but love happy endings. As I searched, Draco picked up a book and walked away with it. I found it curious, he didn’t much seem like the type to enjoy fictional books, especially in the romance section.
After purchasing the books, along with a new quill and some new parchment and ink, we headed to the pub so that we could get something to eat. We’d spent the entire morning shopping and that tends to stir one’s appetite. So, Lucifer and I sat down and Draco went up and ordered.
“Are you enjoying your day thus far?” asked Lucifer.
“Yes, very much so. You’re both so kind for doing this for me.” That didn’t sound like me speaking. That sounded like someone… attempting to manipulate someone so she can get more. I really do need to get out more.
“It’s nothing. Besides, you needed it. It was kind of fun, and the day is only half over.” Lucifer was always nice like this… His words seemed to lack a sincerity, though. It made me wonder.
“Only half over? What else could you possibly have planned that we haven’t already done?!” There’s a surprise. I was expecting them to get me a few things. Not an entire wardrobe. They still had more planned. Very curious, really.
Draco sat down and Lucifer quieted. Strange how he was different to me when his brother was around than he was when he was just with me. I suppose I’m overthinking things, though.
“After we eat, we’re planning on taking you to a salon for a complete treatment. This has to be a complete transformation, Gin. You can’t do this half-arsed. It’s either all in or all out.” Draco seemed a bit… intent on making his point known.
“Okay okay! You don’t exactly have to force me into this, there’s a reason I agreed you know.” That’ll show him, right? Right?!
Draco mumbled something incoherently as our food arrived at the table. He was obviously annoyed with me, and that suited me just fine since Lucifer was the one who was in control of this situation anyhow. We ate in silence and then headed to the nearby wizarding salon. As we walked in, we were greeted by a beautiful witch with perfect features, gorgeous brown hair, and a manicure that, when I compared my nails to hers, made me feel ashamed.
“May I help you three?” The woman asked. She had the smoothest, most songlike voice.
“We would like to have this lovely young lady completely made over, from head to toe. You are the experts so you can decide what she needs to have done and give her the appropriate treatments. We will be back in three hours to get her.” Lucifer then placed a hand on Draco’s shoulder and the two of them walked out the door. The woman went to work immediately, poking at me with her fingers and assessing the years of “damage” from not having “proper” care. Did I mention that I never gave a damn about proper care? Even if I did we couldn’t have afforded it.
She dragged me to a chair and forced me down, then stuck my head in the sink. “We’ll need to clean you up first, before we can even begin to repair anything.” Clean me up? What was I, a dog? Well, apparently someone wants me to look like a platypus, might as well begin circulating the different animals on different aspects of me.
She scrubbed my hair so much that I was almost certain the strands would begin bleeding. It was painful and I still wonder if it was entirely necessary for her to dig her claws into my scalp as she did.
She picked up a pair of cutting sheers and cast a charm on them so they would cut my hair, and cast a charm on the brush to lend a helping hand. This wasn’t so bad as she wasn’t doing the cutting and brushing herself, although I could swear that the brush wanted to rip the hair from my head.
As the scissors cut, I saw large chunks of my hair falling to the ground. This made me quite nervous as I don’t normally get my hair cut. My mom always trimmed it before, just so I wouldn’t be looking horrid every year at school.
I didn’t even get a chance to look at the completed haircut before I was whisked away to another part of the salon. Wax. Now, I’d never been waxed myself, but I’d seen several girls in the dorm after they’d gotten it done. After the swelling and redness went down, they were gorgeous, but… That was something I didn’t want to think about. I was pushed into yet another chair and the woman pulled out the waxing kit. The pink goo was grotesque looking and mildly frightening. She came nearer my face with the goo and applied it to my eyebrows and upper lip. “My my my, when was the last time you had a waxing done?”
“Are you joking? I never would’ve touched the stuff in the first place if I didn’t have to! This is the only time I’ve ever had it done!”
“Oh, well in that case, this won’t hurt a bit.” She said. Why didn’t I believe her?
She applied the cloth strips over the wax and let it settle for a moment. The next thing I knew, she’d pulled them off and I had the worst burning sensation that I have ever had in my life. That will teach me to let someone push me into something without knowing what would actually happen.
I was then taken to a back room. They did what was called a bikini wax apparently, and I swear on my life that I will never do any such thing again. You can’t even imagine the torture. After that, however, they did something called microderm abrasion on my face. They said that I had acne scars that needed to be fixed.
That was somewhat less painful. The next thing they did was take me into the manicure and pedicure stations. The first thing they did was soak my feet and give me a pedicure. I can’t say that I disliked this, though. It was quite relaxing.
The manicure was a bit more… interesting than anything else. They used tools and made my natural nails really thin, then they glued on some fake nails with Wacky Tacky Wizarding All-Purpose Glue. I’m sure the nails will be on there for a year with that stuff. Then they covered the nails with some… goop that hardened and sanded it down some more. Finally they painted the nails. It was a lovely French manicure, they told me. I have to admit, it was quite pretty.
The final stage was for them to style my hair and put my makeup on. Someone else worked on the makeup, apparently the brunette woman wasn’t very good with the charms that put the appropriate amounts of makeup in the appropriate places. When they were finished, they handed me a bag of the makeup they used and the hair care products I would need. Then they turned me around to look in the mirror.
I had been completely transformed from the sweet, shy, cute, innocent little Ginny to the gorgeous, brilliant young lady known as Ginevra. I was entirely pleased with the transformation.
“Thank you all so much. I don’t think I could ever have done this on my own.” I said. I truly was grateful.
“The pleasure was all ours. I’m so glad you like the transformation, it’s not often we get someone that has to be completely done over.” She said. I took this as a twisted compliment, because in it’s own way it was.
As they all looked at me, Lucifer and Draco came in, and I turned around to face them.
My jaw dropped as we walked inside the robe shop. They had the most beautiful robes I’d ever seen, made from the finest materials. Many were silk or velvet, but they were all lovely. I reached out to touch one.
“No no no no no! I won’t have a little rat touching my fine apparel and soiling it!”
“It’s all right Madame Kay. We’re paying for a new wardrobe for this lovely young lady.” Lucifer smoothly and easily came to my rescue. My hero.
“Ah, she is with you, my dear Lucifer. I shall see to her personally then. We can’t have someone so lovely tended to by my… rather incompetent associates.”
“Very well. We shall begin finding things for her to try on and you can alter them to suit her as needed.” Draco jumped in. I believe he didn’t want to be left out.
They began pulling things from shelves left and right. It matters little that she didn’t want to have her incompetent associates tending to me, because she was continuously poking me with the pins. I came out in the first set of robes.
“What do you two think?” I asked. Their eyes turned toward me, and both of my “heroes” erupted in laughter. I turned and looked in the mirror. “OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!”
“But Madamoiselle, it is the latest fashion in Paris. All who can afford it are getting one of these!” said the shopkeeper.
“I look like a platypus!” Wait, what does a platypus even look like?
“What does a platypus even look like?” Was Draco’s response. Apparently I’m not the only one who’s lost.
“Very well. We shall put you in something else, although I dare say it won’t be half so fashionable.” Said the very disgruntled Madame Kay.
“That would be most welcome, thank you.” I had difficulty getting out of the horrendous set of robes she had placed me in.
Through the curtain of the fitting room, another robe was handed to me. This one looked more suited to my tastes, and thus I decided that it was safe to give it a try. After I was dressed in this new garment, I opened the curtain and stepped out into the shop. I was met by silent stares.
“What, is there something on my face? Do I look hideous in this too? WHAT?!” Draco stood and turned me to face the mirror. As I looked at myself, my expression softened and I smiled. The robes were perfect. I’d never had anything that fit me half so well, and they were the most gorgeous turquoise color.
“You look stunning. I don’t think they even need to be tailored for you, they fit so well already.” Lucifer said as he walked up to stand at my other side. I looked at myself one last time before looking to the two who were helping me with this venture. They both nodded in agreement that this would be one of the things we would buy that day.
After that, I tried on several more articles of clothing and we left after having purchased multiple new wardrobe pieces.
We went, then, to the nearest bookstore. After having picked up the books I needed for school, I gladly looked into the fictional section. My favorite books were romances, and I couldn’t help but love happy endings. As I searched, Draco picked up a book and walked away with it. I found it curious, he didn’t much seem like the type to enjoy fictional books, especially in the romance section.
After purchasing the books, along with a new quill and some new parchment and ink, we headed to the pub so that we could get something to eat. We’d spent the entire morning shopping and that tends to stir one’s appetite. So, Lucifer and I sat down and Draco went up and ordered.
“Are you enjoying your day thus far?” asked Lucifer.
“Yes, very much so. You’re both so kind for doing this for me.” That didn’t sound like me speaking. That sounded like someone… attempting to manipulate someone so she can get more. I really do need to get out more.
“It’s nothing. Besides, you needed it. It was kind of fun, and the day is only half over.” Lucifer was always nice like this… His words seemed to lack a sincerity, though. It made me wonder.
“Only half over? What else could you possibly have planned that we haven’t already done?!” There’s a surprise. I was expecting them to get me a few things. Not an entire wardrobe. They still had more planned. Very curious, really.
Draco sat down and Lucifer quieted. Strange how he was different to me when his brother was around than he was when he was just with me. I suppose I’m overthinking things, though.
“After we eat, we’re planning on taking you to a salon for a complete treatment. This has to be a complete transformation, Gin. You can’t do this half-arsed. It’s either all in or all out.” Draco seemed a bit… intent on making his point known.
“Okay okay! You don’t exactly have to force me into this, there’s a reason I agreed you know.” That’ll show him, right? Right?!
Draco mumbled something incoherently as our food arrived at the table. He was obviously annoyed with me, and that suited me just fine since Lucifer was the one who was in control of this situation anyhow. We ate in silence and then headed to the nearby wizarding salon. As we walked in, we were greeted by a beautiful witch with perfect features, gorgeous brown hair, and a manicure that, when I compared my nails to hers, made me feel ashamed.
“May I help you three?” The woman asked. She had the smoothest, most songlike voice.
“We would like to have this lovely young lady completely made over, from head to toe. You are the experts so you can decide what she needs to have done and give her the appropriate treatments. We will be back in three hours to get her.” Lucifer then placed a hand on Draco’s shoulder and the two of them walked out the door. The woman went to work immediately, poking at me with her fingers and assessing the years of “damage” from not having “proper” care. Did I mention that I never gave a damn about proper care? Even if I did we couldn’t have afforded it.
She dragged me to a chair and forced me down, then stuck my head in the sink. “We’ll need to clean you up first, before we can even begin to repair anything.” Clean me up? What was I, a dog? Well, apparently someone wants me to look like a platypus, might as well begin circulating the different animals on different aspects of me.
She scrubbed my hair so much that I was almost certain the strands would begin bleeding. It was painful and I still wonder if it was entirely necessary for her to dig her claws into my scalp as she did.
She picked up a pair of cutting sheers and cast a charm on them so they would cut my hair, and cast a charm on the brush to lend a helping hand. This wasn’t so bad as she wasn’t doing the cutting and brushing herself, although I could swear that the brush wanted to rip the hair from my head.
As the scissors cut, I saw large chunks of my hair falling to the ground. This made me quite nervous as I don’t normally get my hair cut. My mom always trimmed it before, just so I wouldn’t be looking horrid every year at school.
I didn’t even get a chance to look at the completed haircut before I was whisked away to another part of the salon. Wax. Now, I’d never been waxed myself, but I’d seen several girls in the dorm after they’d gotten it done. After the swelling and redness went down, they were gorgeous, but… That was something I didn’t want to think about. I was pushed into yet another chair and the woman pulled out the waxing kit. The pink goo was grotesque looking and mildly frightening. She came nearer my face with the goo and applied it to my eyebrows and upper lip. “My my my, when was the last time you had a waxing done?”
“Are you joking? I never would’ve touched the stuff in the first place if I didn’t have to! This is the only time I’ve ever had it done!”
“Oh, well in that case, this won’t hurt a bit.” She said. Why didn’t I believe her?
She applied the cloth strips over the wax and let it settle for a moment. The next thing I knew, she’d pulled them off and I had the worst burning sensation that I have ever had in my life. That will teach me to let someone push me into something without knowing what would actually happen.
I was then taken to a back room. They did what was called a bikini wax apparently, and I swear on my life that I will never do any such thing again. You can’t even imagine the torture. After that, however, they did something called microderm abrasion on my face. They said that I had acne scars that needed to be fixed.
That was somewhat less painful. The next thing they did was take me into the manicure and pedicure stations. The first thing they did was soak my feet and give me a pedicure. I can’t say that I disliked this, though. It was quite relaxing.
The manicure was a bit more… interesting than anything else. They used tools and made my natural nails really thin, then they glued on some fake nails with Wacky Tacky Wizarding All-Purpose Glue. I’m sure the nails will be on there for a year with that stuff. Then they covered the nails with some… goop that hardened and sanded it down some more. Finally they painted the nails. It was a lovely French manicure, they told me. I have to admit, it was quite pretty.
The final stage was for them to style my hair and put my makeup on. Someone else worked on the makeup, apparently the brunette woman wasn’t very good with the charms that put the appropriate amounts of makeup in the appropriate places. When they were finished, they handed me a bag of the makeup they used and the hair care products I would need. Then they turned me around to look in the mirror.
I had been completely transformed from the sweet, shy, cute, innocent little Ginny to the gorgeous, brilliant young lady known as Ginevra. I was entirely pleased with the transformation.
“Thank you all so much. I don’t think I could ever have done this on my own.” I said. I truly was grateful.
“The pleasure was all ours. I’m so glad you like the transformation, it’s not often we get someone that has to be completely done over.” She said. I took this as a twisted compliment, because in it’s own way it was.
As they all looked at me, Lucifer and Draco came in, and I turned around to face them.
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