Jessica was enjoying the admiring looks she was getting from a pair of young wizards moving down the row. She was fairly confident that no decision would be made today that would change her life. People always tried to put a hold on her, but there was always so much interest that none were accepted. Jess knew that Umbridge was holding out for the auction when she turned twenty-one.
She was dressed in her very best dress, a present from Warren. It was low-cut, and clung to her skin like fine silk. She had even found some make-up, and she loved the way it caused people's gaze to rest on her face before flickering down to her less modest attributes.
She was momentarily distracted by the unhappy mutterings of a group of buyers behind her. She peeked over her shoulder and saw Mandy in the middle of her mad girl routine. "You've got the wrong idea there, sweetie," she hissed, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.