Albus Potter, Classmates and Elves

Ch 53 A perfect Saturday

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It was the second Saturday in July, 2020, and there was nothing on anyone's schedule. Cleo bounced out of bed, did the charm that would undo her plaits, and looked over her selection of soap and shampoo. Cleo had four different scents for both her soap and her shampoo, all very slightly different, most of which were more maternal than one you would use for a young girl. This Saturday they had nothing on their schedule except spending time together, so she picked the most girly scents.

She bounced back into the bedroom, took off her bathrobe, and looked at the clothes she and Rose had picked out the day before. She put on the knickers, and picked up the bra. The bra was a newer one, all translucent white lace, that showed her chocolate skin under the bra, except for around the nipples. For some reason she never understood, you were supposed to cover the nipples. Those were what fed babies! As far as she was concerned you ought to show off that part of you, but Rose had been horrified at the thought.

Cleo wasn't really sure why you needed to be clothed all the time. Bodies were fun to look at. She really didn't mind being looked at, especially if some Magi would see her and think sex and babies and, well, she was happy being female.

Rose usually wanted to be rather fully covered up. She liked pretty dresses that showed she was female, but she wasn't much for showing skin.

Cleo put on the sleeveless blouse. You could see some of the bra. It had a slit neckline that drew your eye down to her bosom, and it was made of a cotton that was slightly translucent, all white with what Rose said was feminine detailing in the stitching. Cleo knew that she could never wear this blouse at the Malfoy Manson.

Cleo put on a colorful pair of crop trousers. She remembered Rose shaking her head when they purchased them, admitting that 'they are all Cleo.' There was a lot of decoration on them, but she had to admit there was a lot of her down there to cover. She put her wand in the wand pocket, a book with staff notation and a biro in one pocket, so she could write down musical arrangements, a couple of big practical handkerchiefs in the other pocket, along with a Swiss Auror Knife and another little note pad and another biro. She did the spells that minimized the pockets; she didn't care, but Rose would be upset if she didn't make the pockets look smaller.

Rose was just coming back from her shower. "Could you help plait my hair, Rose? It is just a perfect Saturday, and I want to feel pretty."

Rose pulled out some ribbon for Cleo's hair. "Two plaits or four, Cleo?"

Cleo pulled some hair to around to her front. "I like two little plaits bouncing in front!"

Rose used the spell to plait Cleo's hair, with two thinner plaits in front, one ribbon woven in each plait, and two big plaits in back, with two ribbons in each.

"Do you still want to put flowers at the ends?"

Cleo held the two smaller plaits in front of her and smiled.

Rose found the flowers they had picked the day before, and attached them with spells that kept the flowers from falling apart as Cleo bounced.

Rose liked clothes, and helping the girls who wanted help looking more put together. She had a fair selection of photographs of girls, showing what she did with everything from hair to undergarments to the styles that complimented a girl's figure to colors and textures. Rose felt very good about how she had helped every girl who asked her for help.

Then there was Cleopatra. There was nothing sophisticated or stylish about her. She was uniquely Cleopatra.

You could not really minimize Cleo either, any part of her. She did not look natural in understated clothes.