Who: Daphne and Millicent What: Being... girls, or something. When: Wednesday evening Where: The Slytherin Girls Dorm Rating: TBD
Spending the entire day in bed had been a good idea until her stomach had decided to start protesting the lack of food. Sweatpants and a shirt she had stolen from her husband (all part of the show) were very comfortable in the cold dungeons, though they weren't really appropriate for a trip to the Great Hall. Where she might run into Laura, who she hadn't seen since the spell made her write that note that she wanted to kiss her. Oh, goodness, she wouldn't have said that if the spell hadn't been affecting her.
But now, her stomach was trying to eat itself and she needed to get dressed and that was a task all in and of itself. Pansy was no where to be found to help her pick the best socially acceptable outfit either.
"Millicent?" Daphne was already digging through her trunk, trying to find something acceptable.