“Well, you are posh now, and posh people like tea.” she lifted an imaginary cup to her lips while holding her pinkie out just so. She had thought herself a devil when she had first started at the tea room and begun scooping up all the little loose change the customers left behind. Until someone pointed out that the change had been left for her. So now here she was out shopping with her best friend and somehow her old Astronomy professor and a little bag of coins she didn't have to beg for. What was her life turning into?

Maggie couldn't help judging Charley. Her friend didn't realise how pretty she might be if she was in one of these lovely dresses, Maggie might try one on herself, they were out of her price range, but oh so lovely. She's a scuffer, something with a firm knee might be in order. She said in her sternest voice, but the puffing of her cheeks showed that she might be worryingly close to a full giggling fit. What is your favourite colour professor? She asked, looking at a pair of dresses that might be made for a seventeen year old debutante.

“I wonder?” She thought to herself, shuddering at the thought of that monstrous possessed hat. “Whether you are both Gryffindors because you like red, or if it's the other way?” Maggie supposed there wasn't a pink house but the golds and flowery yellows decorating the Hufflepuff den were pretty in their own right. She smirked at Charley as the professor confirmed she would need dresses. “This one!”” She said with a squeak. It was perfect, a light blue day dress with floral accents that would hang beautifully to Charley's calf. And Maggie's ankle should she ever need to borrow it.

Maggie looked at Charley's reaction to the professor trying to touch her hat. Might be a problem there.

“I wonder if that old Hufflepuff lady liked ice cream as much as I do.” She added to the mention of Mr Gryffindor. Maggie liked ice cream, she really she ice cream.

“Perhaps we might find a dress that would work with your cap rather than against it, treat it like a beret instead of… whatever kind of cap you call it?” Maggie loved dresses and would enjoy seeing Charley looking elegant in one, but she also loved Charley, warts and all.

As the hat descended onto her head, Maggie did a little curtsey towards the professor. She didn't mind wearing the hat, it clashed entirely with her current outfit so would be returned shortly, but if it got Charley to try on some pretty dresses she could borrow, she would even wear those uncomfortable looking suspenders if she had to.

You're not supposed to mention the roof climbing in front of your new mum." She giggled. Maggie knew that Charley was not joking to be the case, but better she find out when it was too late to change her mind.