Scars 🗝 F. W.

23. Strange

Dear me,                                                                                 January 10th 1999

Going to that party might have been of the best decisions of my life.

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She was walking towards a shop she had never been to with the girls, they where all chatting but her mind was on other things until she was pulled out of her thoughts.

"how long have you been shagging Fred for Constance?" Angelina asked.

She turned around wide eye, the question was blunt and straight to the point she didn't know how to respond for a second.

"excuse me?" she managed to croaked out.

"I said how long have you been involved with Fred"

She laughed, "I have not been shagging anyone"

"mmm-sure" Ginny grinned at her.

"I promise I haven't! you check whatever you need do but I promise you I am still a virgin" she protested.

"ok, ok" Ginny giggled as they stopped in front of a store with various dresses and dress robes in the windows.

She was hopping they would forget or at least drop the subject since they had just arrived at the store and for once they actually did.

They walked in and she immediately recognised a few faces from Hogwarts, no one she really knew but some she had just seen around the halls and in the dining hall.

"Angelina you've been invited as a guest right" Hermione asked from beside Constance.

"yeah I have" she beamed at them.

"ok everyone go and pick some stuff pick some stuff for each other then meet outside the changing rooms in ten minutes" Ginny announced before racing off followed by Angelina.

"I've never loved this part" Hermione said to Constance before walking off to a rack.

Constance just stared at the sheer size of the place, it was massive and had all sorts of fancy clothing everywhere you looked.

She walked over to the first rack she laid eyes on then let herself have a little bit of a wander.

She walked around admiring all the clothes not daring to touch any, all the fabrics looked expensive and extremely posh and she felt very out of place standing amongst them.

There where so many beautiful dresses but she found herself almost bored a she walked around observing them all, each one always had this one little thing, it would show this or too much of that or she wouldn't fit into that. They could've just been excuses she was making up but she really didn't feel she suited any of them, she just didn't seem good enough to wear any of them.

Before she knew it, it had already been ten minutes and she was outside the changing rooms with the others, Ginny and Angelina both a had various dresses floating behind them with excited expressions on their faces, Hermione had a few with a little less excited face and Constance felt almost bad as she walked over empty handed.

Ginny glared at her.

"I couldn't really find anything" she tried.

"oh, it's fine I knew you'd do this half of these are for you" Angelina was beaming at her.

She had no idea whether to feel grateful or annoyed.

-

They had already been in the store for and hour, an hour. She always thought time just took things away and was in most cases to fast but right now it was taking its sweet fucking time.