 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
"You do realize," she said turning around so he could see the back. "These are for work? I don't dress like this all the time." She spun around again arms up by her head just to be playful. "So," she said striking a pose. "What do you think?"
He was border-line staring at Krel and she felt a slight flushing to the face. She put her hands on her hips and tapped one dragon-hide heeled foot at him. "Like what you see," she asked tilting her head a little. Some of the hair she had hastily put up in a bun fell out. Normally she wouldn't be so brazen. Maybe all this running into old friends and acquaintances was bringing out the old school-girl Krel she'd somehow suppressed over the years. She wasn't a Gryffindor just because she could face down old dodgy men with a Napoleon complex. She had a brash side as well.
Then again, maybe it was a fight or flight sensation because the look he was giving her was making her a little animated.
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