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>Go shopping with the uglies.

Hermione snaps, and her cage illusion dissolves.

“Oh no!”
“Where’d he go?!”
“Hermione, your pet disappeared!”

Hermione clears her throat. “Not to worry. He is simply back home. It’s advanced technology, that you are all extremely privileged to see.”

“Whoa!” The three chime in unison.
“Do we still need to carry the cage around?” Ugly 2 asks.
“…Yes.”

Hermione allows the three uglies to lead the way, and, as she should’ve expected, they head straight for [Popular Brand]. As the three enter the store, Hermione pauses outside for a moment. This… is the first time she’s ever been shopping. Let alone with other people. There was some small strange feeling in her chest. Hm… Probably nothing. Feelings were for peasants, anyway. The girl walks in.

“Awww, that looks so cute on you!”
“Heh heh, you think so?”

Ugly 2 was holding a shirt up against her torso, while Ugly 1 and 3 clapped. Hermione observed. Absolutely abysmal taste, but she supposed it was only natural for the ugly to have no sense of fashion. The shirt looked like a bunch of random paint splatters. It was also being sold for $120.

“Here, Hermione, you should try this one on!”

Ugly 3 hands her a garish pink jacket. After a moment, Hermione reluctantly pulls it on.

“Pfff, sorry, that seems way too out of place. We’ll find something else that fits you!”

A lot of shopping later, each of the uglies are holding a sizable amount of clothes. They had also picked out some things that looked decent enough for Hermione. The total bill was three thousand dollars. While it really wasn’t that much, it was basically her allowance for the week. And about half of what they picked out was quite ugly, to Hermione’s eye. The three uglies look at her with puppy-eyes, though the puppies must have had strokes.

>Buy it all for them anyway, using up her allowance for the week? Or pick and choose?