Lavender Brown has a wonderful morning

Silence. The room sits in complete, cozy silence, only occasionally interrupted by some of the girl's snoring.

Mere minutes after Luna has escaped the room, the first rays of morning light finally manage to climb through one of the windows, and the peaceful atmosphere slowly starts buzzing with the morning activities of half a dozen of girls: dressing, washing, collecting notes for today's class, and generally just preparing to start into a completely normal day.

Well, not exactly all six girls. Hermione is missing from the scene, and Lavender Brown hasn't even pulled the curtains of her bed open. While it's not unusual for the former to start her day especially early, often leaving the room before anybody else is even awake, the latter is certainly making rare show of laziness.

Except it isn't laziness that keeps the girl, almost a young woman by now, in bed.

Only a few minutes after the last one of her roommates has left the room, and she's finally alone, does Lavender get up from her bed, wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else, to cover her chest. She's in a terrible mood.

It started after the winter break ended. Having spent a wonderful time with her family on Christmas, she was looking forward to seeing Hogwarts, its wonders, and, of course, all her friends again. Coincidentally, her oh-so much hated acne cysts completely vanished over the course of the break, like a bad dream, never to be seen again.

Things were looking up and she finally started feeling comfortable in her own body again.

Then her chest started to grow. Like a final "fuck you!" at the end of her puberty, she went from the comfortable B cups, she'd gotten used to, to the peak of D, in just one and a half months. Her back started hurting from the gained weight. About two thirds of her clothes immediately became useless and there wasn't even one bra amongst the ones she brought along which wouldn't cause her breathing difficulties while being worn.

None of her roommates have the size she needs. She knows that. And asking her mom, pfff, she would rather become a Slytherin than go through that embarrassment.

The solution? Don't wear one at all. For the last month of school, she has been wearing the loosest robes in her possession, a wide coat over that (thank Dumbledor, it's winter) and a piece of cloth wrapped around her tits.

She hates it, but at least it's working. And she only has to do this... for three more months... *groaaaaaaan*

Lavender is pulled away from her spiraling thoughts, as she absent-mindedly grabs towards the clothing pile next to her bed, and feels something, a texture of cloth that just feels... SOFT.

Lifting the unfamiliar item to the level of her face, her drowsy eyes scan the brown and... pretty cute looking bra. Who does this belong to?

While pulling the fabric over her chest, she can't suppress a yawn. "Fricking back pain, making me lose sleep..." she mumbles. Looking down again... "Was it always that size...?"...Lavender finds the same bra wrapped perfectly over both tits. "...probably, yes. And, I'm just too tired to think and see straight, to have noticed... Anyway." She wraps her arms around her back to fasten the godsend piece of clothing fully to her chest, and gets surprised as the button slides through the buttonhole on the very first try.

Standing up, the young woman performs a few jumps and spins (after making sure none of her roommates suddenly come back and see her wiggling her chest around). It feels... "amazing, wow. Who left this thing here? My chest feels even better in this bra, than the ones i wore with my old cup size."

She cups her chest with both hands and observes herself in a nearby mirror. "I... hmm... maybe it would be nice if it could be just a little bit tighter...?" Having barely finished the thought, the brown piece of clothing adjusts to her needs and starts pulling taunt around her skin, slightly stretching its fabric. (If Hermione could groan right now, she would.)

"?!?!"

In the shocked silence that follows, Lavender's brain slowly accustoms to, and starts registering the new sensation of a perfectly fitting and perfectly soft bandeau. Confronted with such supreme comfort, she finds herself uncaring towards the fact that the random underwear she found right next to her bed is apparently magical.

"Whatever. I need a bra. I can't get a fitting one anywhere reliable. And really, really love this one. So. I'm keeping it."

And without any further questions, Lavender Brown slips into the rest of her clothes, choosing a much more comfortable outfit this time around.

"Looks like the next three months won't be so bad after all..."

While mumbling to herself, she goes towards her first class of the day, in a significantly better mood than before.

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Luna, as the one who transmuted the miracle bra, has a special connection to the magical item. What is the effect of this?

A) Luna can immediately tell who's currently wearing the miracle bra. With a flick of her wand she could apparate it back into her hands, or transmute it back into Hermione.

B) The special connection allows Luna to hear Hermione's thoughts and to experience the exact same sensation she's feeling.

C) Luna can remotely add other enchantments to the bra... even while someone else is wearing it.

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