"I’ve told you a hundred times to dump the loser, Cheryl. A beautiful young witch such as yourself must be batting away potential suitors with a broom." Cheryl was in fact, a beautiful young witch. She had just graduated from Hogwarts the previous year and was part Veela, so to say she was beautiful was the epitome of an understatement. She wore a fitted navy blue pin-striped dress, the pencil skirt hugging every youthful curve on her body. She had paired it with a khaki blazer, still leaving an ample view of her breasts. She wondered if the lack of robes was by her request or Kingsley’s. Would male objectification of women by the slow end of wizarding robes? Only time would tell, she thought dramatically. Regardless, she couldn’t help the beautiful doe-eyed witch from hanging on his every word, she did too. The melodic giggle that followed was enough to have Hermione staring at the witch's cleavage a little longer than appropriate before Draco’s voice snapped her out of it. 