The bell above the door chimed as they entered her small shop and a cheerful voice called out from the back, asking them to wait just a moment. While Ron settled in one of the plush armchairs and Harry twirled the ring he had inherited from Sirius around his finger, Hermione looked at the beautiful dress robes on display. They were beautiful, with the rich, dark fabric and the silver stitching, but the cut clearly favoured the more curved mannequin, enhancing her chest and hips and Hermione consciously crossed her arms over her chest.