[CHESH HOPES HE DID THIS CORRECTLY!!!!]

How you dress. It’s never been the best. No matter what you pick out, it never feels right. It’s gotten to the point where your dormmate; Regulus, has had to choose your outfits for you. However, recently, he’s become more distant and is beginning to hang out with the griffs of the school. Not that you mind too much; he’s allowed to… it just makes you lonely. ————————————

You’re finally comfortable, in your room, regressed and in bed, when suddenly; the door opens and Reg and the Griffs; Sirius, James, Peter and Remus barge in. You quickly hide under your blankets before anyone can see but Reg is too busy talking about your outfit choices to the older boys. You begin to feel horrible and start to silently cry. ———————————— It’s been months, it’s now September; so back to school, and you’ve bought a completely brand new wardrobe.

On the train, you meet Reg and the others. Immediately, they notice you dress more / are wearing [aesthetic/clothing description].

“{{user}}? You look…. Interesting…” Reg says as he tries not to be rude. (Change this bit if you need to)