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George Waterford · December 2, 2019 – 7:15 PM

December 2nd, 1889; During Dinner — Prefects' Bathroom

The sheer expanse of the so-called bathtub in the prefects' bath was enough to make George Waterford forget she was at Hogwarts surrounded by other students day in, day out. With fewer than three dozen individuals permitted beyond its threshold, and those same students seldom arriving together, it was as close to solitude as any place that could be found at Hogwarts, a place of quiet, of tranquility...

At least for most.

The Ravenclaw, however, was the exception to this rule. While it offered more privacy than the bathing spaces in the Ravenclaw tower—a fact that had mattered more and more as the fifth year's chest had begun to bloom—there was one simple enchantment that kept George on high alert, speeding through the bathing process at times of day that others were unlikely to be present: the spells that guarded the entrance prevented only the opposite sex from joining her.

And the her was the problem.

Passing as the son her father had so desperately wanted had been easy in George's early years at school. So long as the Ravenclaw was never completely nude among her housemates, her lack of any womanly curves to speak of had proved an asset indeed. Time, however, had made the illusion more and more of a production, first with the appearance of her monthly cycle, next as George struggled to feign the change in voice that had been plaguing her friends for month and, most recently, in the deposits of fat and flesh upon her chest. George did not know if Wilfred Waterford had truly thought through the long-term details on this one, but these were worries that plagued her daily.

Even as lavender-scented bubbles wafted hither and fro in their efforts to soothe the witch's anxieties.

The silence was broken by the sound of the door opening.

George froze, sinking slightly beneath the lilac-tinted surface of the water.

— Gretchen Lestrange —

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Gretchen Lestrange · December 19, 2019 – 4:24 PM

The prefect’s bathroom, such as it was, still felt like a step down from the sort of luxuries Gretchen had experienced in her short life but it was certainly a step up from sharing with every other girl in her house. At least an elevation to the prefectship implied that the company she now kept were able to comport themselves adequately well and thus far she had only been obliged to reschedule her ablutions once as a result of the company.

Breezing past Mr Macnair as he came away from the bathroom door Gretchen deduced with satisfaction that one of the girls had claimed the bathroom for their sex. Ostensibly there was an informal rota that the genders stuck to so no one was turned away but in practice they sometimes found the door barred and left irritated: it was never mentioned in prefect meetings but Gretchen appreciated the underlying fact that they were taking part in a silent battle right under the teachers’ noses.

“Thank Merlin,” she said with satisfaction as she closed the door behind her and was immediately met with the scent of sweet soap greeting her on humid air. She blinked away the steam and turned to the bath, immediately stopping in her tracks, frozen to the spot with shock.

“Waterford?” Gretchen blushed bright red, averting her eyes to the floor, brain racing to catch up. “But I just saw Macnair, he couldn’t get in so I thought-”

The magic in this castle never broke, whatever they all said about the staircase; it was simply impossible. But so was the alternative. Gretchen risked another look at the body in the water, the suspicion rising with the steam. She had seen her brother’s shoulders and they certainly hadn’t been that delicately formed, nor the features quite so soft though she had never truly noticed before… “How did you get in?”

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George Waterford · January 4, 2020 – 2:38 PM

The inevitable happened far more quickly than George would have liked, though the Ravenclaw had known that hiding in such a large, open space was quite futile. Still, the murkiness of the bathwater still obscured what the prefect had worked so diligently over the years to keep hidden, leaving George feeling as though she should at least try to keep up the ruse a bit longer.

"I simply entered as I always do," the Ravenclaw answered unconvincingly with a shrug, face heating up with each syllable that left her tongue. George knew Lestrange knew that George knew that was not the question being asked, but without divulging the whole, convluted story to someone she did not trust in the slightest, what other option was available?

(George had swiftly ruled out befuddling the Slytherin, as she was naked and so did not have a wand on her person.)

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Gretchen Lestrange · January 23, 2020 – 11:45 PM

There was a chance, however slim, that she was entirely off the mark given how wildly the conclusions she was jumping to deviated from what she knew to be sensible. George Waterford was a boy and to the best of her knowledge people did not spontaneously change sex without warning, and yet George Waterford was also somehow in the prefect’s bathroom when Mr Macnair had been turned away.

And she had been able to get inside.

“It doesn’t make sense,” Gretchen muttered to herself, eyes averted out of propriety but unable to resist glancing at the bath from time to time. Really she ought to leave – either the castle was broken, or Waterford was a girl and neither felt like something she could deal with on her own, but her feet were quite rooted to the floor and what kind of Lestrange backed away from something that might feasibly be used to their advantage?

“I should probably fetch one of the matrons,” she said without the intention of doing any such thing. “Mine is very helpful but yours is French so she’ll probably be less shocked by…whatever is going on.”

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George Waterford · January 27, 2020 – 2:05 PM

"A matron?" George asked, startled. Lestrange was bad, but a matron would surely be worse—much worse.

"N-no," the Ravenclaw stammered, "I d-don't think that's necessary."

Hopefully, Miss Lestrange would chalk George's...oddness up to the nudity. Somehow, though, George doubted she was quite so fortunate.

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Gretchen Lestrange · January 28, 2020 – 8:10 PM

Even though Waterford’s reaction told her there was definitely some secret to be teased out and she wasn’t going entirely mad it didn’t give her any clues as to how to force the truth out. Gretchen was gratified to see the reaction she had expected but Waterford was holding his nerve better than she could have possibly imagined.

The silence stretched, the room grew hotter and hotter as embarrassment, tension and steam combined, and just as Gretchen was about to snap out of frustration her eyes landed on the small bundle of clothes.

Her lips curled.

“Why do you have a menses belt?”

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George Waterford · February 17, 2020 – 6:53 PM

"It must have been left by someone else," George answered swiftly. "Miss Fawley was leaving as I arrived."

Belatedly, the Ravenclaw thought to make an ew face, as undoubtedly any of her dormmates would feel quite icky discussing such a subject.

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Gretchen Lestrange · February 24, 2020 – 4:04 PM

If an eyebrow could scream with disbelief then Gretchen’s certainly did as it arched immediately towards her hairline and stayed there. No girl she knew would leave something like that behind and Miss Fawley was far too fastidious to be so stupid – it had been a poor choice of excuse.

“You’re a girl,” she stated simply. It wasn’t a question, though shocked she knew it to be true, and staring into Waterford’s eyes she dared her classmate to lie to her face again.

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George Waterford · April 3, 2020 – 3:47 PM

You're a girl.

In George's fifteen years, those three words had not once been cast in her direction. She had even been struck by her father when she had dared to voice them herself. Hearing them now sent a wave of fear coursing through her—fear of what Miss Lestrange would do with this information—but also a spark of something else, something the Ravenclaw could not quite put her finger on.

Besides, the fear was more important, at least for now. With this declaration, Gretchen Lestrange had made a clean sweep, now had not only the best hand but the only hand—a hand that held George's very future in its palm. Of all the people who George might have trusted with her well-being, the Slytherin was nowhere near the list.

"Not...not on paper," the fifth year allowed at last, face set with uncertainty as she made eye contact with the other prefect.

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Gretchen Lestrange · April 15, 2020 – 12:30 AM

Triumph shot through Gretchen, her capricious grasp of conscience and compassion failing utterly as she thought of how precious the secret was and that she had sussed it out! She had been right and now…now what? She ought to demand something really. The problem, for Gretchen at least, was that she couldn’t think of anything she wanted and unless she could present everybody with compelling proof she couldn’t guarantee that she would be believed.

There was more at work here than just Waterford lying – surely somebody must know the secret and be keeping it to themselves? Was the family monied? The question of wills was a deadly concern for some families, hers amongst them, so it was a definite possibility.

It struck her for a brief, tantalising moment that there might be freedom in this but the notion quickly ebbed away, like a wave never to return.

“How is it possible that you have kept this a secret?” Her eyes fixed on Waterford’s face, wondering how nobody had ever noticed the softness of her skin, the elegant, uninterrupted curve of her neck.

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George Waterford · April 26, 2020 – 6:27 PM

"People...people have a habit of seeing, rather than looking," the Ravenclaw answered uncertainly. George had not yet decided if relief or abject panic would be the outcome of this exchange. She thought she could see the gears in motion in Lestrange's head, but had never been able to guess at what the Slytherin was thinking.

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Gretchen Lestrange · June 2, 2020 – 3:51 PM

The words struck a chord with Gretchen. As the orphaned middle child of a less-distinguished middle child she was used to being overlooked, and without the patronage of an influential family member (Kris had uncle Lucius, Tatiana had aunt Mariana and what did she have? Nephele as a guiding hand) she couldn’t see her lot changing unless she changed it herself.

“Blindness and stupidity do tend to go hand in hand.”

Her eyes pierced into Waterford’s face, unsure what she was going to demand, because surely it would be a waste not to demand something to keep her silence? Of course she could bide her time…an unspecified favour somewhere further down the line was surely more valuable than anything Waterford had this very moment?

“I won’t say anything,” she said coolly, the unspoken yet hovering between them. “Lock the door next time.”

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George Waterford · July 9, 2020 – 11:56 PM

"Could you pass me a towel?" the words somersulted from her lips before George could think any better of them, and the Ravenclaw flushed from head to toe. She knew she was dodging a bullet, however temporarily, and hated the idea of Gretchen Lestrange having power over her. What was the alternative, though, with a secret of this magnitude?

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Gretchen Lestrange · July 10, 2020 – 4:01 PM

Approaching the side of the bath Gretchen was incapable of looking away entirely. Towel in hand she could easily make out the curve of Waterford's chest underneath the water, slightly flatter but not dissimilar to her own, and she felt a blush begin to form. Generally she tried to time her own ablutions for later in the evening so actually looking at another girl was quite a foreign concept - and an unnerving one given the particulars.

"You're lucky the boys in your house are all unobservant sops." Gretchen commented before an image of Clue Leverett's delicate face jumped into her mind - was this more common than anybody thought?

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George Waterford · August 6, 2020 – 1:27 PM

Out of the water now, George hastily wrapped herself in the large towel.

"People believe what is easiest," the Ravenclaw answered simply. "Good evening, Miss Lestrange."

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