RP Lounge blahblah

Little lounge/common room area for all houses. Cozy and whatnot.

Millie came in about five minutes after they left the pool. She'd stopped at her dorm to change into her pajamas, which consisted of a pink tank top and matching silk bottoms. She collapsed into one of the well-worn but still comfy sofas and heaved a content sigh.

Evangeline tiptoed in in her pale blue silky kimono and matching slippers, both embroidered.

E: Hi.

She sat down beside Millie.

M: Hi. I like your pajamas.

Millie smiled and turned so she was facing Evangeline completely, with one leg dangling off the sofa and the other pulled against her chest.

E: Thank you! My mother's dressmaker made them. Yours are cute, too.

Millie tried to push down her jealousy. She had a dressmaker?

M: Oh, thank you.

She smiled again, this time looking into the fire.

M: You said you wanted to talk to me?

E: About outfits, yes! What are you thinking of wearing>

M: Oh, I'm still deciding! For the concert, I'm going for a dress. Nothing too fancy, obviously, but I want to look nice. Here's what I'm wrestling with:

With a wave of her wand, she produced two smoky images of her dresses. One looked like it fell to just above her knees and was a soft, feminine cream color, with cap sleeves that would just barely kiss her shoulders. The other was a deep, crimson red, a bold choice for her, and was a bit edgier.

M: Or a nice blouse with a skirt. Or just jeans. Oh, I don't know!

She moaned, frustrated.

Evangeline frowned, putting her chin in her hands.

E: I prefer the cream one, but if you really want to impress Sean, I'd go for the red one.

M: Hmm, alright...yes, I think I'll wear that one.

Millie smiled, her mind already pairing the dress with matching shoes and makeup.

M: And what are you wearing?

She was thankful for the girly chit-chat; it distracted her from Jasmine Zabini's unmistakable laughter that rang down the hall.

E: I have it narrowed down to three - here.

With a flick of her wand, a cloud of smoke appeared and formed an image in the air of a cream knee-length dress, thinly woollen, with long sleeves and a thin blue belt around the waist.

E: So there's this one, which shows off my figure.

Another flick, another outfit; a pale blue skirt to just below the knee, and a short-sleeved jumper in black.

E: This one's elegant and practical.

With one last flick, the last outfit appeared. It was another dress, in dark pink, above the knee, with a wrap-around top that made a 'V' neckline and no sleeves. It was definitely the 'sexiest' of the three.

Millie pursed her lips as Evangeline flicked through her selection of dresses.

M: Are you going for impressing Andrew or crushing Sirius?

E: Both.

Milk nodded her approval.

M: The last one, then. Andrew won't be able to keep his hands off you, and as for Sirius, well, he can look but he can't touch.

She giggled and flopped back against a throw pillow.

E: Thanks.

Evangeline grinned and waved the outfit away with her hand.

E: Should be fun, shouldn't it?

M: Of course it will be fun!

Milk had similar motives to Evangeline; all she wanted to do was crush Regulus. Then, maybe, he'd learn his lesson.

E: And, of course, the boys won't be able to keep their hands off us!

(Did I seriously just post Milk instead of Millie twice)

M: Exactly!

Millie

Millie

WHAT IS HAPPENING

Millie Millie Millie

STAAAAAAAAHHHHPPP if you guys really want milk so much then go get an udder. Or a boob.

(Stop being weird)

E: I'm going to sleep.

(I just really love milk)

M: Okay, me too.

She yawned and stood up.

M: See you tomorrow.

She wandered off to her dorm.

(It put Millie wtaf are you on about)

Evangeline did the same.