joelle | d.m

52 | facial features

April, 1995.

Easter break rolled around quickly and so did the day for Joey to have lunch with her boyfriend's mother.

Of course with Draco there, but Joey was pent-up with nerves. Now, she was running around her bedroom at the flat with clothes scattered around the floor and her bed. She had no clue what to wear because she had no clue what would impress Narcissa Malfoy.

Joey had written to her boyfriend multiple times in the last two days asking what to wear, but each time he responded with the same thing. Whatever makes you comfortable.

She never imagined herself in the position of worrying about what to wear in order to impress someone else—never, ever—but she wanted to impress Narcissa Malfoy.

She never even tried to impress Draco. She dressed like a slob seventy percent of the time she was with him and he called her sexy and beautiful each time.

"I don't understand how someone dressed in such lazy clothing could still be so radiant," he'd once said before he tackled her onto the bed to smother her with love and affection.

Now, Joey let out a scream in her bedroom and threw clothes on the bed, running around in a T-shirt and her underwear. "I don't know!" Her voice rose with frustration as she dropped backwards into her clothes-piled bed.

"Jo-Jo?" came Imani's voice as she entered the room. "Woah. What the bloody hell happened here?"

"I don't know what to wear." Joey let out a faux cry as she shook her head, hands over her face. "I'm supposed to be having lunch with Draco and his mum."

"Where is the lunch happening?" Imani padded around the room and started picking random articles of clothing off the floor to examine them.

"I don't know." Joey groaned again, followed by a stressful sigh. "Draco said to wear whatever makes me comfortable."

"And what if being naked is comfortable for you?"

"He'd actually be understanding with me going nude."

Imani laughed as she picked through the clothes on the bed. "Joey, wear what you always wear," she told her friend indulgently. "You've got a good sense of style. Anything will be fine."

"But what if Mrs. Malfoy expects me to dress in satin and flowy dresses and floral patterns? What if that's the kind of girl she sees me as? The kind of girl she sees Draco being with?" Joey sat up on the edge of her bed, kicking a shoe away from her. "I can't dress like that. It's never suited me."

"Joey, if Malfoy's mum doesn't like the way you dress," Imani retorted, "Then I'm sorry, but that's her own problem. You dress the way you want to. She didn't comment on your outfit the first time you met back at the Three Broomsticks, did she?"

Her head shook. "No. She called me beautiful multiple times."

"Then there you go." Imani patted the top of her friend's head. "Is Malfoy coming here to pick you up?"

"Yeah." She nodded and stood from the bed. "I have to be ready by one."

"It's twelve-twenty."

Joey screamed again in panic before she hastily began to compile an outfit. Imani left her friend in her own stress. Nayun was with Luna at her home, so it was just Imani and Joey at the flat. Devonte would be joining them when Nayun got back.

Finally pulling together an outfit, Joey dressed herself in a pair of baggy jeans—without holes—and a graphic designer long-sleeved shirt she'd been gifted by Devonte.

She examined her outfit in the mirror at her dresser and held up two pairs of shoes—her black sneakers and white sneakers. Her jeans were a faded blue, though her shirt was white with very dainty black graphic outlines. White sneakers seemed to be the most correct answer.