pl_astoria (pl_astoria) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-17 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, astoria greengrass, tracey davis |
Who: Astoria & Tracey
When: Sunday night
Where: 8th Year Girl's Dormitory
What: Awkwardness
Rating: Low
Complete//Closed
Tracey stood in the empty dormitory, dressed in her undergarments. She had been practicing her charms and transfiguration while stitching a garment. One-fits-all, was what she was trying to accomplish. She had sewn a satin dress, something simple, almost Grecian. She took the dress off of the bust and pulled it over her head. It looked awkward, at first, but a moment later, it shrunk down to size, fitting her perfectly. "About time," she sighed. It had taken her several tries on this particular material, and with this particular style of dress.
The black dress draped perfectly over her slender form, open in the back and just low enough in the front. It was daring, with short sleeves gathered on the shoulders. This would do. "All dressed with nowhere to go," she murmured. "And nothing to do." She let down her curls, leaning against the side of her four poster bed. "The sooner I am freed from this awful place the-" she paused. "The sooner I stop talking with myself."
She fell back against the bed, curling up against her sheets, her hair covering her face.
Boredom seemed to be creeping all over the castle, striking Astoria quite easily. Nowadays she never left her dormitory except for meals, classes, or when she was hanging out with Sally. She refused to wander around the castle, afraid of whatever lurked in the shadows, what had gotten her once before and could do it again. So she spent most days reading or doing homework, watching quietly as her roommates passed through.
Yet today she'd been quite restless. So she had decided to sort through her trunk and closet, organizing by color. That was when she stumbled upon her favorite dress, torn and now too small for her anyway. Leaving her dorm Astoria decided to go in search of Tracey. She could make dresses, no? Astoria knocked on the door and called out, "Tracey?"
Tracey opened her eyes, a little surprised by the sound of another's voice. She sat up, pushing her hair from her eyes. When her gaze settled on the girl, Tracey's heart jumped. "Astoria." She stood up, the strap of her dress falling. She tugged it back up on to her shoulder. "What are you doing up here?" She asked, looking a little confused. A moment later, she recovered, her usual lazy, gaze falling back in place. "Your sister isn't here. It's just me." Her eyes met her, taking a step closer, her hand still resting on curtains of her bed.
Astoria raised a brow at Tracey's reaction. Though she supposed no one ever expected her in this part of Slytherin. "Nice dress. Did you make it?" she asked, following the movement of the dress strap. Astoria hoped she did, that way she'd have more confidence in Tracey's skills. "I know." She'd never really gone in search of Daphne. They weren't close, and she had no illusions that it would change now. "I was looking for you, actually," she added. Astoria held up the dress she was carrying in one hand. "Can you help me with it?" She was rather fond of it and a little reluctant to let go.
"I did," she said, stepping forward. "Just now." Tracey looked at the dress in her hands. "Let's have a look. What do you need done with it?" She asked, smoothing her hands down over the dress she wore. "Let's put it on the bust." She walked toward the bust she had available. She was glad to be able to pack it away, but this was mostly at her mother's insistence. Tracey's mother insisted she learn some 'art of domestication' if nothing else. That she was so fair with her own designs, her mother insisted sewing be it. She'd probably not pick up a needle in her life had it not been for her mother. She was somewhat glad she'd listened to her.
"Impressive." Astoria smiled. Tracey really was talented. She thought the older girl quite lucky for it and wished her own mother hand insisted upon such a thing. But then that would have required her mother to actually pay attention. "There are a few tears and I think it needs to be let out a little. I've gained weight, apparently," she said. The thought made her frown a little. She'd never thought herself overweight but sometimes she was as insecure as any other teenager. Astoria followed Tracey to the bust, fitting the dress over it. She was glad she had come. Her dress would be fixed and she'd have a little bit of company.
"You haven't gained weight," Tracey said, examining the dress. "Not at all. You're sixteen, you will grow in certain places. You're still going through puberty, after all." She took the dress and matched a color thread with the needle. She then began to make a few stitches here and there, using her wand to smooth down the seam. "I need you to try this on," she said. "It's already been sewn, so the charm I know won't work. I'll have to let it out by hand, most likely." She pulled the dress off the bust. "I would usually charge for this..."
She looked at Astoria, "But, you're my best friend's sister..."
"Well, yes, that too." Though she hadn't seen fit to mention it. "But stop making me sound like a child. I'm not, you know." The curse of being the youngest... people her always considered her a kid. Astoria felt much older than her years even though she still had a lot to experience.
She watched Tracey work, impressed by her skill, and nodded when she was asked to try it on. "I can pay you. Or we can do a fair exchange." Astoria didn't want to use Daphne, even if it was rather un-Slytherin of her. She faced away from Tracey and began to undress. Sharing a dorm with girls for so long had made her accustomed to such a thing -- she didn't even think twice. When she was done she looked over her shoulder. "Can you pass me the dress?"
"I know you're not a child. I simply meant, it's nothing to fuss about. We can always sort.. something out." Tracey held the dress in her hands then turned back toward the younger girl, completely unaware that she was now stripping. Tracey watched her lift her clothing from her body, completely in surprise and a little confused. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw her strip down to her knickers. She turned away, her stomach churning, and her cheeks tinting a little pink. Oh, no. This was not what she had thought it was. This was not the jealousy she had felt for the younger girl.
Hell.
When she asked for the dress, she lifted it toward her, eyes determined to stare on the bust in front of her. "Put it on inside out," she said, a little unevenly.
"A lot of people seem to forget I'm not," she said while continuing to undress. She didn't notice Tracey's reaction until she turned around, starting to pull the dress over her head. When she was dressed she tilted her head and studied Tracey. She looked a little pink. "Are you alright?" she asked, reaching to fix Tracey's strap, which kept slipping off her shoulder. "That really is a beautiful dress. A bit revealing though." Tracey looked good in it but Astoria could never see himself in something like that. It brought her back to that dream and what she'd been wearing then. Suddenly she felt strangely awkward as she pulled her hand away from the other girl.
Tracey held her breath as she touched her, fixing the strap. Oh, hell, indeed.
"I'm fine," she said. "I think the dress is fine. It just needs a few adjustments. It's not finished, yet. Here." She lifted her skirts, walking back toward her bed. "I'll just change back. It'll get in the way, otherwise." It was hard to work with something that kept falling off. She stepped away and removed the dress, sliding it off and onto the bed. Then, she pulled on her jeans and the long sleeve black shirt she wore before. If she thought the dress was revealing, Tracey could only wonder what she'd say about the barely-there, undergarments she wore. She might admit, if only for a moment, that she might be a little embarrassed.
"Okay," she said. "Let's see what I can do..." She looked at the dress, trying to focus on that, rather than the woman in it. She looked around. "It needs to be let out around the chest area and a little around the hips. It's safe to say that if we release it right here," she smoothed her finger over a few inches of fabric over the waist. "It should smooth out nicely without ruining the integrity of the dress. I'll need to take it apart here. Then, top."
Astoria quirked a brow again. "Just fine? Shouldn't you be more confident in your work?" She turned around when Tracey began to undress, although she couldn't help but look back, strangely curious. She was surprised at how revealing the undergarments were as well though Astoria had to admit they looked good on her. She blushed at her thoughts and turned back around, playing with the hem of her skirt.
She turned back around when Tracey was ready and sucked in a breath as her finger traced Astoria's waist. She'd always been a bit ticklish. "I have no idea what you're talking about but alright."
"It will be fine," she reiterated. "Just as it should be. Better than it is now." She took out her measuring tape. "You can change back. Let me measure you, that way I can make sure it all fits. It would usually take me three days or so to finish, but with school, I'll need about a week. Possibly more." She sighed, turning away to give her a bit of privacy. Oh, she could scarcely believe how she was reacting to this little girl. Okay, so not little, at all. Two years her junior, but still, young. Tracey bit her lip, placing her hands on her hips.
"Right, but shouldn't you be striving for excellence?" Not that Astoria did it often, but Tracey actually enjoyed what she was doing. "Alright." She changed back into the clothes she had come in, doing so much more quickly this time. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable though she could not find a reason why. "Take as long as you need. It's not as if I'll have a reason to wear it anytime soon." Astoria would have been insulted if she'd been called a little girl.
"So... measurements?"
"Yes," said Tracey. "Arms out." The charmed measuring tape went to wrap around the young woman. Tracey, meanwhile made notes. She did her best not to stare at her too long as she wrote down the measurements. Oh, it was awkward to say the least. She could feel the tension, and not from these strange feelings, alone, but also from the natural tension that was caused due to Tracey's friendship with her sister. It was an altogether uncomfortable experience, nevermind how much she wanted to touch her.
So, she did.
Tracey frowned. "I need that last measurement again. I think the tape is off," she murmured, wrapping the tape around her body, her arms wrapping around her. She tugged the measuring tape around her waist, securing it. She checked again, smoothing down the tape. "That looks right." Then, she dropped it to her hips, checking once again on the measurement. "Alright. All set." She took her notes. "I'll be finished with it as soon as I can."
Astoria held her arms out, hoping this would be quick. She was about to put her arms down when Tracey asked to take measurements again. She shivered when she felt Tracey's arms wrapping around her and smoothing the tape. It didn't occur to her that it was strange -- she simply thought Tracey was doing what she had to do. The fact that Astoria had never had a similar reaction in all the time she spent with Sally completely escaped her notice.
"Is that all you need?" she asked. She was ready to go to her own dorm and sleep.
"Yes," she said, a little curtly. "That's all." She wrote down her notes 'Release bust, release just above waist and resew. Tracey took the dress and placed it inside out on the bust. "Like I said, I'll get it to you as soon as I can. We can work out some sort of... deal, later." She needed time to think about what Astoria had that Tracey might want.
"Alright," she responded, studying Tracey one last time. There was something strange about her but she couldn't define what, exactly. She watched the other girl take notes before nodding. "As long as it's fair, I suppose. Thanks, Davis." Astoria waved a small goodbye before making her way out of the dorm, not bothering to look back. She was happy her dress would be fixed. It'd give her something to look forward to.