Vanished

Turning in a slow circle, Harry found no sign of his clothes. Picking up his wand from where it was sitting on a small table closer to the door, he fired off a quick summoning spell for his clothes, only to get nothing flying towards him. Another stronger spell for 'items belonging to Harry', also resulted in nothing. There was nothing for Harry's spell to latch onto. A quick tempus let him know he was now stuck out of his dorm, naked and after curfew.

Harry spent at least five minutes wracking his brain trying to think of anything he could do to get back to the safety of his dorm without messing up his reputation. “Hmmm.... Nothing for it then...” Annoyed, stressed and resigned, Harry turned to the rest of the armoire for something close enough to what he normally wore, that wouldn't look too out of place if he was caught on the way out.

Distressingly, nearly everything was either noticeably girly, looked nothing like his normal clothes, or was just the wrong size. After spending more time stressing over what clothes he would willingly wear, Harry finally started pulling his choices on. The knickers he had chosen were the least feminine that he could find, though were thankfully covered by the jeans. There had been several choices of shirt, but only one had fit right on his chest without being noticeably designed for someone with breasts.

He had also found several plain socks, all perfectly wearable tucked behind more frilly ones. As he finished dressing, Harry made a mental note to come back for those socks later. They looked fine and they were in better nick than the ones he had in his drawers in the dorm. Lastly, the shoes he had found. Everything else close to suitable Harry had found was either too small or had heels tall enough he risked breaking an ankle or his neck on the stairs. If he could, Harry would walk back barefoot, but he knew better than to risk it in the mid December temperature.

Looking his appearance over in a nearby mirror, Harry cursed under his breath at the image. With his lack of height mixed with the clothes, he looked uncomfortably androgynous, something that his normally baggy clothes usually hid. 'I look so sexy.' Shaking the stray thought from his mind, Harry stepped out from the armoire and started his risky journey back to his room.