The Reckoning of Emmie MacKenzie

The Hallowe'en Party

Emmie frowned slightly as she took herself in from various angles in front of the full-length mirror in their room. To say she felt uncomfortable in the tiny light blue dress that Melanie and Toni had forced her in was putting it lightly. It was too low-cut, too short, and too tight in her opinion. At first, she had thought it would fit just fine, considering Melanie was about the same height, though she hadn't taken into consideration her roommate's willowy form, meaning the dress hit Emmie a bit higher on her thigh than she thought it would.

Granted, a small part of her had to admit that it did show off her figure nicely, even if she still wasn't completely comfortable in the garment.

She turned and looked at her backside, frowning slightly. Her bum wasn't out by any means, but all it would take was one misstep and she'd fall over and display her knickers to the whole world. She then cast a worried glance towards the platform heels that Toni had shoved at her. They were sitting on her bed, taunting her. While they fit, she wasn't sure it was such a good idea if they were to be sneaking around the castle after dark. No, they wouldn't do. She would wear a more sensible pair of flats. Much better for creeping around corners and looking out for any prefects or professors.

Melanie and Toni and made her hand over her copy of the routes and patrols so they could all navigate the hallways safely. There was a twinge of guilt in that - Emmie did want to stay a prefect, after all - but Toni had sensibly argued that by avoiding getting caught, they were helping her do just that. She had then cut Emmie off when she started to argue that the best way not to get caught would be for her not to go at all.

Emmie then turned around, facing the mirror as she first pulled down at the hem of the satin dress and then touched her hair, which was now in big, loose, smooth curls. Kara had taken over in that department, adding a decent amount of hair potion to get it to stay as such. She had then coated her face in makeup, which she had to admit she did actually like. Perhaps she'd start wearing more than lip gloss if she could learn how to do it like Kara. Her green eyes seemed a bit brighter and her skin smoother with a bit more life in her cheeks thanks to blush. It was similar to how she looked after a match, though minus the sweat, dirt and windblown hair.

"Stop pulling at the dress. It's fine," Melanie said from the other side of the room where she was putting the finishing touches on her own makeup. "You're rather fit and you know it."

"Ye dinnae think it's too short?" Emmie asked, looking over at her.

Melanie laughed as she turned around and walked towards her, donning a red, satin dress in a similar style with much too high heels. How she walked in them so easily, Emmie wasn't sure, but she had an inkling there was charm work involved.

"It's perfect for you," Toni said, walking out from the bathroom in a black dress that hit her below the knee.

"Why couldnae ye have put me in a longer dress?" Emmie asked, on the verge of whining.

"Because you need to show off those amazing legs of yours," Kara said, walking out behind her in a knee-length burgundy dress that didn't leave much to the imagination at the top. Emmie just rolled her eyes and stepped over to pull out a pair of black flats from under her bed. "No. You're wearing the heels."

"But I cannae walk in them!" Emmie complained, looking over at her with disdain in her eyes. "We'll be found out by Sprout or McGonagall in a heartbeat if ye make me trapeze about the castle in them."

Kara seemed to take this into consideration for a moment.

"For someone who is so coordinated on a broomstick, you certainly lack that grace on the ground," Melanie replied.

"Let her wear the flats. She does make a point," Kara said finally. "She's not used to wearing heels and we don't want to get caught."

Emmie smiled in triumph as she dropped the shoes on the floor and slipped into them. She started to reach for a shawl to drape over her shoulders.