"Theo, how's my hair? Can you fix the back?" Hermione twittered around her lounge anxiously. The dress she had chosen was simple and elegant. Cream Acromantula silk slid down her body hugging her curves and accentuating her waist just right. Ginny had done a marvellous job with her hair but her anxiety was starting to creep into its ends and she could feel it growing larger by the minute.