Fred/Helena and whoever else is good people!
Helena was tired, she had wanted to stay in for the night. She had tried to put up a fight, but before she knew it, she was upstairs rummaging through her clothes. It took a little bit, but she finally decided one one of the new dresses that had been made for her. A smart little dress, stripped with different colors. There were buttons on the bust, big and black. The main thing about this dress, no sleeves and it came to just above the knees. She had specifically asked for all of her things to cover down to at least her knees, but all in all, she was pleased with this. She threw her hair into a messy braid that hung over her shoulder, strays hanging about her face, framing it. "Fred.. I really don't want to go out tonight." She frowned at him, but walked out the door anyway, expecting him to lead the way.