A Badger in Lion Skin

Noah looked around furtively, then waved his wand and whispered under his breath. He closed his eyes, tense for a moment, but the spell worked as intended and he put the earrings in his newly pierced ears.

He left and wandered the halls, looking for Ella. He got turned around by the stairs shifting, but eventually he made it to their favorite secluded hangout spot.

After glancing around, he ducked behind a tapestry and entered a secret room. He heard the perpetual fire crackling before he even felt its heat, and as he guided the tapestry back into place he saw Ella sitting on an old couch in a new sweater. "Hey, Merry Christmas," he said. He sat next to her as he did and relaxed, letting the stone walls of the small room and the smell of books calm him down.

She smiled at him and replied, "Yeah, thanks, Merry Christmas to you too." She leaned in and gave Noah a hug, causing her large chest to momentarily squish against his. As she leaned back Noah stole a glance at her, taking in her red hair, freckles, tits pushing against her black and yellow top, thin waist, large hips pushing into the seat, and gorgeous smile.

After a brief pause, Noah said, "So, get anything interesting? Thanks for the chocolates by the way."

Ella hit Noah on the shoulder lightly as she said, "Of course! Thank you for the Butterbeer! I didn't get anything else too interesting though, just this sweater from my parents and a book about caring for plants appropriately."

"That's cool, does it seem like a good book?"

"Yeah, I think it'll even help with some of my projects. I've already found information in it that I hadn't seen elsewhere. But did you get anything interesting?"

Noah fidgeted for a moment, then said, "Yeah, I just got some socks with some basic charms on them, stuff like that. But, um, my grandpa also gave me some earrings. He claimed one would make everything I do seem normal and that the other one would make something normal if I used that word to describe something in a sentence. Seems pretty far fetched though." He turned to show off the earring and added, "I'm surprised you didn't notice these."

"Well, I thought they seemed pretty normal, but that does seem far-fetched. It would be really cool if they did work."

The gears in Noah's head started turning. He said, "You didn't think me wearing earrings was a new look or odd in any way?"

Ella replied, "No, and I still don't. I like it, don't get me wrong, but it really does just seem normal." She paused and chuckled, then said, "And no, it doesn't seem that way because they really do have the insane magical powers that your grandfather claimed."

"Yeah, probably not," Noah said slowly. After thinking for a moment, he laughed and said, "It would be crazy if I could say something like _It's normal for Hufflepuffs to not wear shoes _and actually have it happen. It's just impossible for magic like that to exist."

Confused, Ella said, "Well, world-altering magic isn't real, but it is obviously the case that Hufflepuff's typically don't wear shoes."

Noah's eyes shot to Ella's feet. Where there had been black sneakers, there was now only bare feet. His eyes widened, and he quickly said, "Yeah right, next thing you'll be telling me that it's normal for you to go topless or something."

"It is normal for that to happen. Are you okay?" Ella looked at Noah with concern in her eyes as he stared down at her exposed tits. For a while he didn't register the question, his eyes locked on her massive yet supple and bouncy tits. He watched them bounce slowly against her chest, her relatively large pink nipples soft and her smooth stomach beneath them.

Ella noticed him staring. A part of her knew that if it was anyone else she wouldn't stand for it, but she also knew to her core that it was perfectly normal for Noah. With a jovial tone, she joked, "Hey perv, eyes up here. You're pretty brazen, might make a better Gryffindor than you thought."

He looked up as she pointed at her eyes. Although he could tell she was joking, guilt and arousal jockeyed within him as he considered what he was doing to his friend. He had never been one to resist temptation easily, but he was at least making a passing attempt to. After a brief pause, he replied, "Maybe, but I don't know if I really embody the spirit, you know? I'm just glad that it's normal for you to-"