She pulled at the high neck of her costume, unsure of whether to be amused at the whole fiasco or slightly annoyed. Arthur Weasley, connoisseur of anything and everything Muggle, had talked Molly into throwing a Muggle-style Halloween party – complete with non-magical costumes. Alas, this left out Polyjuice potions and a whole host of other, more accommodating solutions to the entire dressing up problem. Of course, Hermione couldn’t entirely blame Arthur for her current predicament - oh, no. Harry had the brilliant idea of going dressed up as the characters from one the few movies he remembered fondly from his childhood, “The Wizard of Oz.” So here she was, dressed in a blue summer dress with a white undershirt that was nearly choking her to death, her hair pulled back into two pigtails, feet encased in two shiny red shoes that were pinching her toes painfully. The Burrow was nearly bursting, but then whenever the Weasleys threw a party, it always felt as if people were pouring ou
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