Slytherin Dormitory, evening.

[obsequious_dark]

Evan walked along the hall to Bella's room, his leather trousers wrapped in his cloak. He was nervous as to what Bella intended to do to him. He was planning to drive Jarrod insane with lust, and he needed her help to make him look absolutely irresistable, but makeup? Shifting the clothes under his arm, he knocked on her door, smirking at a first

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[pure_black_gem]

The door cracked and a slim pale hand came out and jerked Evan inside. Bella hissed, "Tell anyone I do this to my skin once a week and you die...not painlessly, but screaming and with girl parts."

She locked the door and fully faced him. Bella was wearing wearing flannel pyjamas 3 sizes too big and a lavender paste on the skin of her face and neck. She poited to another set of pyjamas. "Change..we are going to work on your skin first." Her demeanor allowed for no argument. She was serious.

Bella began to lecture. "Evan, skin must be taken care of, treated like a fine sikl."

[obsequious_dark]

Evan stood there, dumbstruck and slightly horrified.

"But...but...why the pyjamas?" He glanced over at them and shuddered. They were pale blue, with pink clouds all over them.

Dropping his cloak-wrapped trousers, he stood there silent while Bella lectured him on the finer points of skincare, including exfoliation, mosturisation, and facepacks.

He was completely dumbfounded. This was not what he had expected...

[pure_black_gem]

Bella turn and fixed him with a LOOK. She explained slowly, for the dimwitted male mind, "Because it's how it is done...things are done a certain way...CHANGE."

Bella tapped a stone and her hidden cabinet appeared. She pulled out crisps, a sugared drink, chocolate and more snacks no one would ever know she indulged in. "Now, we have to do our skin and gossip. Then we are going to find some very nice ways to make Jarrod drool."

[obsequious_dark]

Cowering before The Look of Doom and Emasculation, Evan grabbed the pyjamas.

"Ok. But I'm not changing in front of you. I do have some standards, you know..." He grumbled, trying to look haughty but failing miserably.

After changing in the bathroom, he looked in the mirror, groaning. He looked like a complete idiot. Grabbing a handful of chocolate off the bed, he sat down, legs crossed, resigned to the fact that he was now, officially, gayer than a gay gay thing.