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Christmas Eve descended quickly and Reyna had found a recluse in Hermione's dorm. Eloise had burst into Angelina's room, squealing about the ball and her date with one of the Durmstrang students.
Reyna had snorted before taunting the witch with the fact that she had rejected the very same boy. After Eloise had stomped her foot on the ground, Reyna rolled her eyes before grabbing her dress from her wardrobe and exiting the room.
Hermione turns to Reyna, panic clear on her face as she fumbles with her makeup bag. It was clear the witch was out of her comfort zone.
"Hermione, calm down. This is my speciality,"
Reyna gently repositions Hermione, turning her so her back was facing the mirror. She deftly retrieves the witch's makeup bag before delving into her own personal cache.
Hermione's eyes widen in amazement at the sheer volume of cosmetic products that Reyna possessed. Scout crawls into Hermione's lap and the witch strokes the niffler's head, small purr-like noises escaping the creature.
As the radio filled the room with muggle melodies, Reyna focused intently on her task at hand. With each gentle stroke of the brush against Hermione's face, she worked to create a true work of art.
The witch's makeup was understated yet elegant, with a delicate shade of pink eyeshadow adorning her lids and a subtle wing of eyeliner adding emphasis to her doe-like eyes. Through Reyna's skilful touch, Hermione's natural beauty was enhanced in a timeless and tasteful way.
Hermione's untamable curls had undergone a transformation with the aid of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, resulting in a sleek and refined hairstyle. Reyna had meticulously fastened her tresses with star-shaped pins to guarantee that no strands would stray from their designated positions.
The witch toys with the remaining ringlets that had not been incorporated into the hairstyle before pivoting Hermione towards the mirror to admire the final result.
"Reyna, you're amazing," Hermione breathes.
"I know,"
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Hermione's eyes widen in astonishment as she beholds Reyna's almost ethereal appearance. The witch's rich, ember-hued tresses had been meticulously styled into a low, inverted bun, with several loose tendrils artfully arranged to frame her features, their ends coiled into soft, luxurious ringlets.
Reyna's makeup was an exquisite work of art, her lids embellished with a vibrant shade of crimson eyeshadow, subtly dusted with glimmering silver sparkles.
The siren-like quality of her eyes was accentuated by a precise application of winged eyeliner, while her lips were painted in a deep, alluring hue of scarlet lipstick.
"You might turn me," Hermione muses as they approach the Grand Staircase.
"I tend to have that effect on people," Reyna grins, wrapping an arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Now, are you ready?"
