Having stormed back into the bathroom when some curls sprang free; Hermione reemerged at the sound of George's voice, one hand nervously smoothing the green fabric over her stomach, while the other patted at her hair that was pulled up in an elegant bun. "Hello and don't you look dashing. I just need to get my shoes on and I'll be ready for the circus."
She sat on the couch and carefully strapped her feet into delicate and dangerous looking green shoes that exactly matched the emerald gown that showed off her shoulders and a good portion of her back.