At Harry's request, Rhine nearly choked.
His heart skipped a beat as well.
Oh no, was Harry about to embark on Britain's distinctive path of gentlemanly refinement?
If Dumbledore found out, would he come looking for trouble with him?
Wait, Dumbledore himself didn't seem all that clean either?
Then it was fine!
Still, just imagining Harry possibly becoming a cross-dressing pro made Rhine feel deeply unsettled.
Perfectly good Hogwarts, and the whole atmosphere had gone completely off the rails!
"Harry, Potions Class is still a long way off. Is this really necessary?"
"You..."
"Don't tell me you're addicted to cross-dressing?"
Harry was startled too. Her face flushed red, and she began coughing violently.
"How could that be!"
"Rhine, what are you even thinking?"
Under Rhine's suspicious gaze, Harry carefully took out an old photograph.
In the photograph, a girl with the same eyes as Harry was smiling, a gleaming Head Girl badge pinned to her chest.
Harry held the photograph as though she had found some priceless treasure.
"Seamus found this while cleaning the Trophy Room. Rhine, this is a photo of my mother when she was in school. She was even Head Girl back then. That position is higher than a prefect's!"
Lily Evans in the photograph smiled gently at Harry and blinked.
Harry removed her glasses and used her sleeve to wipe away the tears spilling over, afraid they might drip onto the photograph.
She looked pleadingly at Rhine.
"Rhine, after putting on makeup and looking in the mirror, I feel like I'm a little closer to Mum."
"Like she never left me at all."
"Don't worry, I'll only need you to help me with my makeup for a week at most."
Rhine let out a soft breath.
"A week? That's no problem."
It was only cross-dressing for