An Interesting Turn in Time ◇Hogwarts Legacy × Reader× Golden Trio◇

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb

"Hermione, I agree we should see him. But we very well can't parade them through the castle looking like that." Harry waved his hand to gesture to the Slytherins. He lowers his voice, as if to whisper without actually whispering, "It's not that the outfits are ugly or whatever- it's just that they'll stick out like sore thumbs."

Ron had wondered away, studying the shelves of potions and collections of miscellaneous things, leaving Hermione and Harry with their new, for lack of better term- allies. Hermione studied them, thinking.

"I think the boys uniforms aren't that noticeable... the robes are the same. If they just lose the vests... Yes, that will work. Ominis, Sebastian- leave those uniform vests behind, I think."

They look over to Rose for confirmation, and she just shrugs, "Go ahead."

Hermione looks over Rosalie, "Can we step into a private space so I can transfigure your clothes, Rosalie? I'm sorry, I know it's an odd request but your outfit needs some adjustments if you are to blend in."

Rose just shrugged, "Sure, just down the steps over there. It's where I brew potions and stuff."

The girls head across the room, Rosalie just pausing long enough to hand the boys their wands back. Ron, studied the vial of golden liquid on the shelf infront of him intently, "Is this Felix Felicis?"

Rose smiles, "Yes!" Her smile then drops abruptly, although a mischievous glint is maintained in her eyes, "Don't touch it."

Ron pulled his hand back from where he was about to pick it a vial, gulping. Hermione laughed and pulled Rose the rest of the way down the stairs.

Hermione paused at the bottom of the steps, looking around in awe, "Woah. This is magnificent!"

Rose smiled proudly, "Thank you Hermione!"

Hermione looked around the room, then snapped back to reality as her eyes fell to her new friend, "Oh yes! The clothes!" She tilted her head in thought, "Are you alright with wearing trousers?"

Rose laughed, "Are you kidding with me? I quite prefer them! It's very hard to take down poacher camps in one of those troublesome skirts." Hermione laughed at the other girl, quite surprised that someone in Slytherin was as likeable as she was. "Actually, I quite like the ones you are wearing. I'd prefer them in black of course."

Hermione smiled, "Easy enough. I actually think I have an outfit idea for you."

Hermione took out her wand, waving it slowly. The clothing on Rose began to mold themselves anew. The shin length uniform skirt split into pants, darkening to black and shrinking to fit snugly against the contours of her lower body. Her tie dissapeared and the oversized wite button up began to morph. First the white darkened into a deep black, and the light fabric thickened slightly into the material of a lightweight sweater. The collar lifted and loosened a bit, becoming a turtle neck. Lastly as fhe shirt shrunk to fit her body's curves, the sleeves began to pull up- creating a sleevless turtle neck.

As Rose watched the transformation n amazement, she startled as Hermione gasped. Along the bared skin of her arm, a deep scar was exposed, climbing her arm. Beginning at her wrist, the wound had wrapped around her arm as if it were a snake climbing, coiling to support itself. Over the large mark, a slight black shimmer appeared.

A tattoo of a snake, Hermione realized. It shimmered as Rosalie moved like it was infused with the darkest blue mica powder. It was beautiful.

Rose followed Hermione's eye to her arm, and laughed, "Oh! That! Pretty badass don't you think?" She moved her arm, causing the deep blues and blacks to swirl within the confines of the line. "The scar was from the brief period that Rookwood tortured me- before I killed him. And the tattoo... well, after the whole incident under the school- you know, the Repository that you seem to know about- Well, when I was forced to absorb all of that ancient magic, this appeared. I think it's the way of the power manifesting itself. The blue glows brighter in different situations. It's cool and all, but try hiding your feelings when your arm tattles for you." The girl chuckled.