"Of course our timing's perfect," Ally muttered to Mel as Angie disappeared. "We're not the ones always running late."
She flopped down onto the sofa and chatted with Mel while they waited, Ally playfully swinging her feet over the arm of the sofa. When Angie came back only a handful of minutes later, she made a great show of shock, looking at her watch and covering her open mouth with her hand.
"Oh, I can definitely see her in feathers," Ally said enthusiastically. "Maybe a nice red boa, and maybe one of those neat bandana feather things they used to wear in the 20s, or like those dancing girls in Las Vegas! I'm sure whatever we can't buy we can transfigure if we need to."
She tightened her scarf around her neck. "So, you feel like paying full price, or should we hit some of the consignment stores? That's where I got my costume."