I Have Curves?! ||open||

Another year at Hogwarts was soon to begin. Notices had arrived a week earlier than usual stating that the Hogwarts Express would be leaving the on the last monday of August instead upon the First of September. The reason behind this new change? So the new first years could be sorted and get a whole week to explore the castle. Of course, Lyra was sure that most of the upper year students would be furious with this news. Her friends were certainly pissed and so was she. What right did the Professors and the Headmaster have to cut the upper years' vacation short? Surely they would get out a week earlier for the summer should this become a tradition within the halls of Hogwarts.

Sifting through her closet for a suitable outfit to wear out to Diagon Alley for the day to gather her school belongs, Lyra let out a frustrated cry. There was barely anything for her to wear in her closet. Having already gone through half of her clothing within a span of fifteen minutes, Lyra fell back onto her bed with a pout. Nothing in her closet had fit right on her body. Needless to say, Lyra was stunned. Surely she could have not out grown her close that quickly. Walking over to her full length mirror, Lyra took the time to examine her body. She could see no difference in the way she had looked. Sure, her mother and father had stated that she was becoming a young lady, but there was nothing truly to be seen in her eyes. Walking back over to her closet, Lyra decided to give it one last shot of finding something worth wearing. After five minutes she admitted defeat. Her wardrobe was just to small for her now despite having just brought it during the last few months of her fourth year at Hogwarts.

Pulling on a pair of black sweatpants and a teal camisole top, Lyra pulled her blonde hair up into a messy bun and left the vacinity of her room. Travelling down the silent halls that were home, Lyra came to find her mother in the kitchen. Receiving a disapproving look from her mother about her outfit of choice, Lyra simply stated that nothing had fit her properly. Watching her mother walk over to her and give her a once over, Lyra was slightly applaud to receive a tight hug from her mother. "Finally, a young lady at last," her mother stated. Not knowing whether to take this as a compliment due to a sense of confusion, Lyra removed herself from her mother's embrace to grab a blueberry muffin. "Mother, I'm going to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies," she stated, "I will be meeting up with my friends." A nod of acknowledgement from her mother and Lyra was off to the fireplace to leave immediately.

From the moment she had stepped into Diagon Alley, Lyra had been approached by several guys. Not fully understanding why they were even talking to her, Lyra had skillfully managed to get out of each and every conversation. Finally arriving at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occassions, Lyra was pleased that there was no one before her. With a light smile playing upon her lips as Madam Malkin welcomed her in, Lyra gently brushed her hands over the various materials that the shop had to offer before getting onto the viewing stage so Madam Malkin could take her measurements. "My, my Miss Malfoy, you have certainly grown into a lady," Madam Malkin stated as she wrote down each measurement. Tilting her head off the side, Lyra looked over at the witch. "Why does everyone keep saying that to me?" she questioned the elder witch, "I certainly don't think I have."

Seeing the elder witch smile, Lyra was brought down off the stage and pushed closer to the viewing mirror. "You will be fifteen this year will you not be Miss Malfoy?" Madam Malkin questioned. With a nod of her head, Lyra watched as the witch began to lightly trace the outline of her body with her wand. "I assume your old clothing that you had gotten just before the end of your fourth year at Hogwarts no longer fit. That is because you have now develop what people call curves, Miss Malfoy. You might not see it, but others do. You are no longer a little girl, Miss Malofy, but a young lady." Remaining to look at her appearance a bit longer in the mirror as Madam Malkin dissapeared to tend to Lyra's new robes, Lyra could now slightly see the change in her body's shape. But how could she not see it before?