"Not everything, obviously, as I have seen far too many Ravenclaws with no fashion sense." She stopped short of accusing this girl - Lucy, possibly? - of being one of them. It wasn't generally a good plan if you were trying to get help. It was tempting though, as the rain, indoors, made them both even more sodden and much less stylish.
"Yes, I am Belinda, and can you please start working on this now!" So much for being civil, as Belinda's voice was already raised. Her clothes, gifts from Aunt Pandora, were going to be ruined.
Frustrated, she pulled out her wand and tapped her head, and then each item of clothing with an Impervius, which in retrospect, she should have done after the first drop of rain.