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Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson It was early on a Saturday morning, and while she normally liked to be able to sit and relax in her bed, today she was antsy to get out and enjoy the castle. Maybe it was the nostalgia that the was the last term at Hogwarts. Maybe it was equal parts fear that her younger brothers would be out causing a ruckus resulting in her receiving a howler about their behavior.
Ugh she was not their keeper and their parents were delusional if they thought that she would be able to stop them. Seriously, stopping twin brothers who were always causing havoc was not easy to stop. Taking a book on classic fashion trends and designs she flipped open her sketch book trying to take note of how the shape worked to see if she could use modern techniques to actually pull off making the silhouette of the dress. Oh she should try making the pants on the opposite page in a few weeks.
Groaning louder then intended Charlie realized that she needed to start planning her halloween outfit. And the party that she wanted to host in one of the spare rooms for halloween. That would be perfectly okay. Right? Her friends would want to help. Invitations would need to be made for that, maybe she could get a discount for ordering her birthday bash invites at the s amp time? Clearly she was enjoying her own little world. Meanwhile, Cooper was mostly obtuse when it came to what was in and out of fashion and any cues he had absorbed as of late had been from his kind-of-sort-of man crush on his abraxan mentor over the summer. Monsieur Benoit had even gifted him with a jacket similar to one the breeder and jockey wore himself and it was probably the first piece of clothing the Ravenclaw owned where when he slipped it on he actually felt cool. Otherwise...fashion was about practicality and comfort.
...so...only moderately hopeless. Maybe.
Leaving the Great Hall with an apple in hand, Cooper had just taken a juicy crunch out of it when he heard someone groaning nearby and turned his head to follow the sound midchew. "Charwee?" He really should not be speaking with his mouth full. Cooper quickly swallowed his bite of apple and gave that another go. "Charlie? You okay there?"
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