...*sniffs distastefully* Friday evening entry

[unfoggingfuture]

I thought this day was going too well. Professor Dumbledore has just insisted that I attend this ball of his. In fact, now he has mentioned it, I did See in the crystal ball something to do with dancing.

He also says I must find myself a dress and mask. And some shoes. And sort out my hair and glasses. Charming. There is nothing wrong with my

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[clumsyandcool]

Madame Butterfly's of course!

She found me not one, but TWO dresses for the ball.

Madame B' has a mail order catalog or you can go in and shop:) She's got a lovely boutique in Hogsmeade.

[unfoggingfuture]

Oh. Er. Madam Butterfly's.

I think I may use the mail order. I don't like leaving the castle.

Would you care for a cup of tea and a discussion about these dresses?

[clumsyandcool]

Sounds lovely!

After classes today work for you? I'll bring the catalog up to your tower!

[unfoggingfuture]

Wonderful! I shall see you then!

[quoth_lisa]

Oh, um. Thank you for the warning.

[clumsyandcool]

Oh, it's lovely! When I nip up for tea I'll bring mine to show you!

You wouldn't mind tossing some pillows down under your ladder, would you? Nine times out of ten I fall off the bloody thing trying to climp up it:(

[unfoggingfuture]

Oh! Wonderful!

I shall add a cushioning charm for you, Tonks dear.