Kherrie had had a really wonderful time deciding what to wear and working on her hair and make-up. She wasn't really a girly girl, but sometimes it was nice to get dolled up for a special occasion. And you'd think she was winning the Nobel Prize (or some Wizarding equivalent) the time she spent on her skin and hair that day. Poor Daphne had seemed a bit distracted, so Kherrie was on her own to get ready.
She was sitting on the sofa with a book in her hand at the sound of the knock. Her dress was charmed so that it wouldn't wrinkle, so she was able to sit comfortably without worry as she waited for him. At the sound of the knock, though, she sprung from her chair and tossed the book away. Then she crossed to the door and paused to make sure that her hair, make-up, and dress were perfect before answering it.