The Ravenclaw

Looking at the three girls you decide the Slytherin would almost be too easy for now, and the Gryffindor looks like she may be hard work. The perfect middle ground is the Ravenclaw girl.

You circle her again, looking her body up and down. She's forgone the long traditional Hogwarts robes and her skirt is only knee length, just meeting the knee length socks in Ravenclaw blue. The black blazer with the Hogwarts crest hangs open and the white shirt, while fully buttoned up shows signs of strain against her impressive bust, even though the buttons are currently hidden by her tie.

You smile to yourself, knowing that you have all the time in the world, and this trio could give you plenty of amusement. it only takes a tiny fraction of your power to whip up a quick breeze, catching Ravenclaw's skirt and momentarily flicking it up around her chocolate thighs, just enough to catch a glance at the plain white bikini briefs she wore underneath.

Gryffindor and Slytherin both noticed as well, laughing at their friend as she quickly moves to smooth her skirt down, her dark cheeks flushing with embarrassment for a few seconds, but soon forgetting it and taking a few steps further along the queue.