All Over Her

Chapter 58: prepping

I took another nap after our snow battle. I was exhausted to say the least but it gave me some time to blow off until we go out. I heard a soft knock at my door.
"May I come in?"
It was dad. "Of course."
"Hey J, how are you?"
"I'm good dad, just tired."
"You going out with everyone?"
"Yeah, i've just been feeling really out of it lately. I kinda hope going out will help."
"I'm sure it will. Sometimes you just need a change of pace to get a change of feeling."
I realized I had slept in my snow clothes so I decided to go through my closet to pick a different outfit for the karaoke place.
"You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age."
"How so?" I asked curiously.
"You feel hard and all at once very quietly."
"What's that supposed to mean dad?"
"It means you need to loosen up."
"Everyone's acting like I'm so tense. I've been here for two days and everyone's trying to cheer me up or give me a heart to heart. I'm just fine. See." I flashed my wide smile.
"Just take the chance to relax honey, you're always tense, it's not just this holiday." He comes up to me and kisses me on the head.
"And you're lucky I taught you how to dress because you'd be even more stressed if you didn't"
I laugh hard, "Thanks dad."
He gives me another kiss, "Have a good time sweetheart."
He walks out, closing the door behind him. I'm now able to properly go through my closet and pick a nice outfit for the occasion. I think dressing to go out at night is much harder than in the day because there's always a level of unspoken elegance for nightime events. I grab some black stockings first. I had almost forgotten I had a pair back home, I should take these back with me since the last ones didn't last long. I grabbed a black skirt and paired it with this beige chunky turtleneck that I have. I get colder in my upper body than my lower which I think is super weird but I don't think about it too much.
I then hear an infamous tap on my window. And of course, it's an owl. I open the window to grab the parchment with, of course, a black tie around it. And of course, it's from Mattheo. Who. Else.
I unravel it, preparing myself to get outrageously annoyed.
We should talk when you get back.
- Mattheo
Yeah no shit. I slammed this one into my desk just like the last. I'm not even sure I want to talk to him when I get back. If anything he can chase after me, not the other way around. I have too much self-respect left to let myself look like a fool any longer. I zipped up some black ankle boots and a thigh length black coat. I walked over to Ziggy's room to borrow a gloss.
"Zig, do you have that one cherry colour that we like?" I asked, opening the door without thinking.
George was making out with her on their bed, thankfully they were dressed.
"JJ... knock next time please."
"Sorryyy... do you have it though?" I smiled.
"Yeah on my vanity."
I walked over, looking at her through the mirror. She was wearing a black dress that matched her black tie-up loafers. To cover herself up she had a large colourful cardigan.
"We just can't dress for the cold can we Zig?" I said, applying the dark colour on my lips.
"Nope we cannot. See George, it's just a girl thing." She laid her head on his shoulder.
"You're both gonna freeze over."
I turned to him, "And you guys will just carry us back. Easy."
I ruffled his hair and walked out, this time adventuring to Harry's room. His room was far simpler than Ziggy's but a little more intricate than mine. His walls were this deep blue colour. He had a cork board with pictures of nearly everyone on it. Harry was quite social despite being so awkward. We make jokes that he just draws people in. His bed was messy and was very apparent based on how the red comforter completely distracted from the blue walls. All his furniture was an oak-wood brown and he had Fred sleeping on his bay window that he could pull out to make larger. As children we'd go off and read together there, it'd be our magic before the real one.
"Are you dressed Harry?" I asked, forgetting to knock when walking in again.
His hair was brushed neatly, he wore black cargo pants and a dark green button up.
"Harrold James Potter, since when did you dress this nice for karaoke?" I tased him, flipping up the collar of his shirt.
"Quit it Jamie, and do not call me Harrold." He swatted my hands away.
"Fine, fine. Where's Fred?" I wrapped my arm around him.
"He's fixing his hair in the bathroom." Harry adjusted his crooked glasses.
"Ah, got you." I said, pushing his glasses down and running out to the bathroom.
I knocked on the door, "Freddie, it's Cas."
The door swings open to reveal the Weasley. His hair fell around his face and I never noticed how long it was. He was wearing a black button up but he left a few open around his chest and it was tucked into black pants. He looked really good but he didn't need to know that. I wouldn't wanna inflate his ego then see his head pop, that'd be very unfortunate.
"Why is everyone dressing much fancier than me tonight? I feel like I lost the memo." I've been feeling a little better, forcing myself to be funny kinda convinced my brain that everything's fine.
"We take karaoke very seriously Ms. Black." He loomed over me and we locked eyes.
"Let's go then idiot."