Daphne strolled into the gap between Hermione and Draco, green silk swirling about her calves. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, letting it ripple down her back as she reached into her bag and extracted a set of round, wire-rimmed spectacles. As the Polyjuice melted away, Harry Potter slipped on his glasses and stood in an emerald bridesmaid gown facing Voldemort, unarmed and clutching an ugly gold ring.