"Mum, I have absolutely nothing to wear for tomorrow!"
Emily Granger couldn't choke off a laugh as Luna Lovegood helped her daughter rummage furiously through her bedroom closet. "Hermione, I never thought I'd ever hear you say something so charmingly teenagerish, particularly given circumstances."
Hermione talked over her shoulder. "Well it's not everyday that you're invited to dine with the Queen and sit in the Royal Enclosure on the opening day at Ascot, is it?"
Emily nodded sympathetically as Luna pulled the blue evening gown out that Hermione had worn at her knighting ceremony. "Maybe you could transfigure this one?"
"Thought of that," Hermione said, "but I'm pants at altering, and even if I weren't, I don't have a clue what I should be wearing…besides a hat, of course. At least you've got that one covered, Luna."
"Oh, I'm not sure about that," Luna said. "Ron made me promise to keep it quiet amongst the muggles, and it does have a mind of its own."
Hermione berated herself for not knowing exactly what to wear to the event. There had to be a book on the subject, but she'd been too busy worrying about defeating Voldemort to read Vogue. With all of the humility she could muster, she finally decided to take her mother's suggestion and ask for some outside help.
Exactly forty-two minutes later, Wally whisked Luna and Hermione into a small dress shop on a fashionable street in London's West End. He introduced them to the shop's owner, an old friend he worked with at the Royal Household. "Do their beauty justice, Helen," Wally instructed, "they'll be in the Royal Box, so make them fabulous for the cameras."
"Cameras?" Hermione asked.
"Of course," the seamstress replied. "The Royal Ascot's always televised, and there's a lot of interest this year with the new grandstand opening up. It'll be something like 60 different countries, 25 million viewers, if you can believe the newspapers."
Hermione looked nervously over at Luna. "If anybody asks," she warned, "your lion runs on batteries."