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Jherek Carnelian and Rarity had been palling around, and had come to the conclusion that Hogwarts required a bit of aggressive beautification- neither of them being the sort to tackle anyone and force 'good taste' upon them, they had decided that offering free makeovers in the Great Hall was the best way to go about this- not only was it a way to spread the importance of aesthetics, it was an excellent opportunity to advertise Rarity's boutique in Sparklypoo.

A corner of the Great Hall was now given over to their temporary makeovers booth, much of which would be disseminated into the ether from which it came when they were done with their endeavor. The booth itself was an elegant pavilion which would not have been out of place in Canterlot, draped in pale iridescent silks, and liberally spangled with jewels (most of which were artificially created by Jherek, considering their size). The poles were golden-accented, and a small swathe of perfectly trimmed grass had been conjured up to surround it. A number of perfectly-manicured rosebushes and cute little topiaries adored this little lawn, sporting huge metallic blossoms of silver and gold. At the entrance to the sign a marquee proclaimed "Free Makeovers" in elaborate script, with the by-line of "Courtesy of Carousel Boutique Hogwarts".

For the occasion, Jherek had put together a 'French' outfit- a striped black and white shirt, close fitting, with tight black pants, a little red scarf, and a beret atop his shorter-than-usual hair. He'd felt it a stylishly conservative choice, especially when accessorized with a small false mustache and an opium cigarette in a long lacquered holder, which it was. Rarity had decided to show off in one of her more magnificent creations, a recreation of a rather lovely ensemble in fuchsia and gold, complete with a tiara and glass slippers, that had been one of the few highlights of an otherwise disastrous evening some time past. She had set out a few simpler creations, a few decorated baskets of gems, and some small tasteful bottled waters with her boutique's logo pony-magicked over their former labels, in view of passers-by. She stood out front, levitating one of the gem baskets first one way, then another, looking for just the perfect location for them to reflect the light in the most aesthetically pleasing manner.