Oh ja, like Dolores and her leetle boy.

[Nods absently, rummaging through the bag she'd brought of some clothes, bringing up a bra (black with purple frills, just for you Rhys) and holding it to Rhys' bosom without so much as a 'how do you do'.]

Hmm, hyu iz a bik gorl but not dis bik.

[Grabbing her wand, she casts a shrinking spell, letting the bra slowly shrink until it fits against Rhys' new rack properly.]

Dere ve go, now strip and put dis on sveethott. So finite incantatem didn't vork either?