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herladyshipkatie:

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.

If it was anyone else, Regan would have been completely offended that someone wouldn’t let her wear her own clothes, but Katie could never do anything wrong in her eyes. She leaned back in the chair and took a sip of the champagne, coughing when the bubbles hit her throat. “Don’t put me in anything you know I wouldn’t wear,” she shrugged. “So anything Rose would wear is out, and so is the majority of what you would wear,” she smiled. It wasn’t that Regan thought she looked bad in the more risqué dresses, she just didn’t have the confidence. It wasn’t her. She never liked the attention on her. She liked to watch her friends have the spotlight, and occasionally save them when needed. If it wasn’t for Katie, she would’ve skipped the ball to watch Netflix in her flat by herself, as usual.

She stayed quiet as Katie rapidly flipped through her closet display, raising her eyebrows every now and then as her friend mumbled to herself about different selections. Part of her wondered how big this closet actually was, and how many dresses Katie owned, to begin with. “Wait,” she said suddenly, sitting up and putting her champagne on the table. “The one you just passed, the one that looked like the famous starry night painting? I like that one.”

#para #ch; katie

herladyshipkatie:

Katie flicked through the display for her closet, rejecting each dress that came up in less than a second. The vintage Dior she had originally selected for the event felt completely wrong now. It was too soft, too pretty for her current mood. Plus, she wanted something that caused Albus pain—emotional, yes, but physical too. One of the rapidly shifting gowns caught her eye; now there was something with promise.

A soft chime rang to let her know that someone had come through the front door—a tidy little alert and security charm Rose’s dad had helped her with—and she went to greet Regan and grab them a bottle of wine. After she settled her friend’s tote onto a bench in the foyer, Katie turned to her. “You said you’d have one drink at the ball, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little bubbly before we go,” she said with a wicked smile. “And as much as I’m used to it, being your friend, one should not drink bubbly alone.”

With that, Katie turned on her heel and beckoned Regan towards her bedroom. “Now, to show you my opus,” she said with a grin. She called up the display and turned to Regan. “So rather than take over a bedroom or two for my closet, I put an undetectable extension charm on a wardrobe. But obviously that makes it a little difficult to access, hence,” Katie gestured at the display with a flourish, “a searchable, categorized archive of all of my clothing.” She called up the gold Elie Saab she had been looking at when Regan arrived. “This is what I’m considering. Thoughts?”

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.”

#para #ch; katie

marscia

june 10

#⋆:◦°☾ devils roll the dice & angels roll their eyes | aes #q

text ; katie

katie: this is a good point

katie: i wonder if it's too late to find something that lights up itself

regan: if we can find some fairy lights and some glue i can make it work

regan: no promises it won't end up on fire though

regan: maybe we shouldn't do that

#ch; katie #texts

to the ball | regan & katie

Regan tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the elevator to take her up to Katie’s apartment. Her bag was heavy on her arm, stuffed with dresses she pulled from her closet on her way out because it didn’t occur to her until ten minutes ago that she never went shopping. For someone who was always prepared for school, Regan was hardly prepared for life afterward. She had a feeling Katie would make her throw half of this wardrobe away considering she’s owned these dresses since she was probably eighteen, but she also trusted Katie to do her magic and make her look decently presentable.

She smiled at the person getting out of the elevator before going in and pressing the button to Katie’s floor. She dropped the bag to the ground and shook out her arm, frustrated. She wanted to be angry for Katie, for the situation in the group chat. She tried to be light-hearted in it, but sometimes it was too much, especially when one of her friends ended up hurt. Katie could deny it all she wanted, but Regan knew she was bothered by it. Once the elevator opened, she begrudgingly picked up the bag and walked down the hall to the door.

Katie once told her she could just enter on command, so that’s what she did. “I’m here!” She called out, “with an unhealthy amount of outfits because I never went shopping!” She winced at the slight thud the bag made when it hit the ground. “I did bring the biscuits and they are unharmed, can’t say the same about everyone else after today though.”

#ch; katie #para #❝ it's clear to see time hasn't changed a thing - katie & rae