InsaneJournal

Gwen knocked nervously on Merlin's door, looking down at her clothing. Morgana had insisted on it when they went shopping, and she thought now was as good a time as any. The simple jeans, as the shop worker had called them, clung to her but in a nice way, showing off curves but not in a way that was far from tasteful. The cardigan and t-shirt served the same purpose, showing off what she had but in a respectful way. She had witnessed girls in far less about the streets and the thought of wearing the same thing shocked and thrilled her. She knew she would never be able to wear such things, but she wished she had the confidence too. It was probably to do with the way she had been brought up.

She brushed her hair back, for once letting it all hang loose with nothing to hold it back. It felt strange, but she had to get used to it. That was how most girls dressed these days. And she always wanted to just blend in. Knocking again, this time slightly louder, she waited for Merlin to answer. She knew she looked slightly tired, still not sleeping too well, but that didn't matter.