Rose was a mess when it came to fashion sense, and most of her friends knew it. She was always in casual clothes, and she looked fine, but dressing up? That was an entirely different, foreign, game for the girl.
She tumbled out of the floo five minutes late, still jittery and smiling so wide you'd think it would hurt. She was wearing a long flowy summer skirt with a tee-shirt that boasted a rummage sale for Animal Hospice that she'd picked up at the charity shop a few summers ago.
It was a really good thing that Emma was good at this!