Pomona had two choices before her.
One was a loose, earth-yellow formal robe, meant for the plump Sprout.
The other was one she had bought just yesterday. Wearing it felt like bathing in brilliant starlight, shining as brightly as silver.
It would not have been strange for Narcissa Malfoy to appear in public wearing the latter, but it was far too conspicuous for Pomona.
Severus is the star today, Angel Pomona whispered in her ear.
Maybe he'd be happy to see you wearing it, Devil Pomona said, placing the new outfit before her. Do you remember how he looked when he saw you come out wearing it?
Pomona could not help sinking into her memories. This had been the first outfit she tried on, and when Severus saw her emerge from the changing room, he had frozen completely.
This one, Devil Pomona said with certainty.
How do you know everything will go smoothly today? Angel Pomona said beside her. If something happens, how will you explain your identity to the others?
Pomona set down the silver robe, drank the Polyjuice Potion, and put on the earth-yellow formal robe.
Just as she was straightening her clothes, someone knocked on the door.
"Please wait a moment," she called loudly. Then she turned in front of the mirror, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, she went to the door.
Severus Snape stood outside. He had changed out of the black robes he usually wore and into the deep-blue long coat and dark-green academic gown she had chosen for him. They fit him perfectly. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, no excess weight—he was not especially burly, but he was well-proportioned. Vernon Dursley, who was about his age, could no longer see his own toes when he looked down.
"You look very nice,