Aisling carefully inspected the formal attire Roy had conjured with Transfiguration. After finding an excuse to shake off the crowd of girls following her, she pulled Roy aside, tugged at his clothes, and asked softly.
"Isn't it uncomfortable?"
Roy dropped the act, revealing a somewhat pained expression as he quietly replied to Aisling.
"Obviously. How could it not be uncomfortable? The clothes Transfiguration made look nice, but they feel like cardboard boxes when worn. They're digging into me."
Aisling gave a faint smile, pointed Roy toward Wolf, the butler standing off to one side of the hall, and after calling him over, calmly spoke to them both.
"Take him upstairs to change. I remember there should be formalwear in the guest room that fits him."
Hearing Aisling's words, Roy thanked her profusely before happily following Wolf upstairs to change.
"Idiot." Watching Roy's awkward posture in his Transfigured clothes, Aisling sneered and helplessly shook her head.
"But that Transfiguration really is impressive, isn't it? Especially for a student who hasn't even started second year."
An ethereal voice sounded behind Aisling. She turned around and noticed the young female guest who had just entered from the Floo hall.
Seeing the newcomer, Aisling forced on a polite social smile, opened her arms, and gave her a big hug.
"Pheobe Delacour, you're here to steal my spotlight again."
Pheobe, who was more than a year older than Aisling, possessed beauty that was nearly inhuman. The moment the men throughout the hall saw her, they all revealed beastly looks, as if they wanted to claim both Pheobe and the Aisling hugging her as their own.
Aisling swept her gaze around the hall. Every man had been enchanted, while every woman had also had her attention seized by Pheobe's beauty. After releasing Pheobe, Aisling merely shrugged,