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Regan grumbled, knowing she couldn’t argue with Katie. She hardly ever had any alcohol and agreeing to one at the ball was already enough for her. Still, Katie had a point. They weren’t at the ball yet, so she rolled her eyes, but agreed to have one more. She followed Katie to her room, still in awe at how her friends could have so much money. Her tiny flat was probably the size of Katie’s room alone.
Even though she had been part of the wizarding world for about half her life, magic still surprised Regan. She stared in shock at Katie for a moment before crossing her arms and staring at the display. “Hmm,” she wondered. “I like it, you have to stand out compared to everyone else, especially whoever Albus decided to bring,” she narrowed her eyes. “I’ll take him down Katie, I mean it.” She knew Katie wouldn’t want her to, and it wasn’t like Regan. But when someone hurt her friends, she didn’t care who they were. Perhaps it was her brother’s Slytherin nature in her.
It didn’t take long for Regan to realize that none of the outfits she brought would be up to the standards of everyone else. She had a few cocktail dresses and a few she wore to Sunday brunch, but none that stood out as much as the “basic” ones Katie had. She felt herself start to panic, imagining the looks she’d get for being near the Potter-Weasley group looking like she just came out of a Target clearance sale. “I don’t think you’ll let me out of here in any of the dresses I brought,” she admitted to Katie. “They aren’t fancy enough for this.”
The warmth that was radiating out from Katie’s chest had very little to do with the half-empty glass of champagne in her hand. She still wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve a friend like Regan, who was so much more good than Katie herself. She leaned over, resting her head on Regan’s shoulder for a moment. “I know you do, Rae. But you don’t need to.” She let the moment stretch out, comfortable in the silence between them. Righting herself, Katie tapped through the display to summon the gown out of storage and then turned to face Regan. “Enough of that. I’m a big girl and it takes far more than a slight from Albus Severus Potter to rock me back. This is a night of celebration and I’m not going to spend it being maudlin about a stupid boy.”
Katie couldn’t help but giggle at Regan’s next statement. “Oh darling, no. I was never planning on you leaving this flat in your own clothes.” She gestured for Regan to sit in one of the club chairs next to the window, then took a seat next to her. She summoned the closet display over, its levitation charm holding it aloft in front of them. “Do you have any idea what you want to wear? Or do you just want me to find you a few things to try on?” Katie asked, taking a sip of her champagne.
