((So many sorries for the delay. RL intruded quite rudely with games of capture the flag and trampoline stargazing. Or, in short, summer came calling unexpectedly, and I didn't know how to deny it :) ))
Jack's owl flew tapped impatiently at Kate's door while she was trying to make her hair look un-slept in using a damp towel and a book titled '2001 Glamours for the Self-Conscious Witch'. Sighing with exasperation with a tinge of panic, she opened the door with her foot, and manage to tease the scrap of paper to where she could read it. Good, she thought, applying a bit of eyeliner, he doesn't sound too mad at me. With a little bit of womanly ingenuity and a fair amount of loser's luck, she managed to make herself look presentable in only about eight minutes, and rushed barefoot, high-heels in hand, through the dungeon corridors and up the stairs to the entrance hall. Slipping on the shoes and adjusting the green antimacassar she'd filched from the back of a chair and adopted as a makeshift shawl, she scanned the room for Jack. Amazingly, the seemingly random piece of fabric seemed to go well with the simple red dress (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/GrinningJim/RedDress.jpg) she'd bought in her first week at Hogwarts in a fit of self-indulgence. Spotting Jack, she smiled, and waved briefly before walking uneasily toward him. Heels weren't her thing.
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Jack's owl flew tapped impatiently at Kate's door while she was trying to make her hair look un-slept in using a damp towel and a book titled '2001 Glamours for the Self-Conscious Witch'. Sighing with exasperation with a tinge of panic, she opened the door with her foot, and manage to tease the scrap of paper to where she could read it. Good, she thought, applying a bit of eyeliner, he doesn't sound too mad at me.
With a little bit of womanly ingenuity and a fair amount of loser's luck, she managed to make herself look presentable in only about eight minutes, and rushed barefoot, high-heels in hand, through the dungeon corridors and up the stairs to the entrance hall. Slipping on the shoes and adjusting the green antimacassar she'd filched from the back of a chair and adopted as a makeshift shawl, she scanned the room for Jack. Amazingly, the seemingly random piece of fabric seemed to go well with the simple red dress (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/GrinningJim/RedDress.jpg) she'd bought in her first week at Hogwarts in a fit of self-indulgence.
Spotting Jack, she smiled, and waved briefly before walking uneasily toward him. Heels weren't her thing.