Originally Posted by LadyNerd

Lyra came running up the stairs from the little "code" of a patronus that was sent to her by Bunbunz. This was it! It was time to show off and have fun. Luckily, the seventh year Hufflepuff was already in a cute little dress] as her heels clacked along the floor of the castle. When she came to the tapestry of where the Room of Requirements would be, there she found the lovely Professor Bunbury holding the door opened.

"Good day, professor," Lyra smiled as she strutted through the door of the room. PINNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!! And she would expect nothing less. "I have a couple of girls that should be on their way." Lyra made sure to send out the code to all the "Ladies".

Originally Posted by RaRaRachieee

Pink ladies. Yey. Vanessa probably would not admit that she had squeed a little when she had recieved the signal, for she was veerry excited.
Her loverly and beautiful heels clicking along as she walked, Vanessa made her way towards the seventh corridor, trying not to fall over as she did so. But as she walked, she couldn't help but admire her shoes. Aww. They were pretty.
"Hey." She smiled, as she reached the seventh floor, and the room of requirement. Glancing down at her very appropriate Pinnk dress Vanessa smiled, yes she liked this dress a lot. And of course it matched her pretty shoes, which was a must. Glancing up at Professor Bunbury, and Lyra, after tearing her eyes away from admiring her dress, Vannie smiled. This was going to be fun. Yey.

Originally Posted by Anna Banana

From her spot way up in the Gryffindor Common Room, Anna received Lyra's code alert---there was a Pink Ladies meeting...in the Room of Requirement! Hurrying quickly to get dressed in her most fashionable attire, Anna dashed out of the Common Room, down a few flights of stairs, and onto the floor which housed the Room of Requirement. She made sure to stop running, though, before she reached the entrance to the secret room. After all, a girl had to make an entrance, and that usually didn't include running in like her skirt was on fire or something. Smoothing out her outfit and flipping her hair a few times, Anna paced just in front of the entrance, waiting impatiently for the door to open.

When it finally did, Anna strolled in as calmly as she possibly could, her shoes click-clacking as she walked. On the outside, she appeared to be the perfect example of a Pink Lady---cool, calm, collective, and altogether fashionable. On the inside, though, she felt like she could just bust out of her own skin in excitement. "Good day, ladies. Professor Bunbury...Lyra Noir," she said. Oh, Merlin. Skip the formalities! This moment didn't lend itself to being that proper, after all.