Wanna Be Saved

- TWENTY SEVEN -

Chapter Twenty Seven
S.Z. 

Bronwyn woke even more anxious than she had anticipated. Her body would have been better if it had been paralysed in fear. Rather she found herself unable to stop the incessant shaking of her hands. She tried to distract herself with other thoughts, tried to focus on something other than what was causing such an emotional shift. But she was completely unable to do so. Her eyes remained heavily focused to the outfit she had chosen the night prior, the one of which she had chosen alongside the rest of the girls in her dorm. It had taken them all over an hour to pick out something they all deemed suitable. As it would turn out Bronwyn didn't really have many items of clothing one would consider appropriate for meeting a potential in-law in for the first time, big shocker there. Actually most of Bronwyn's clothing had seen much better days and she really needed to have a good clean out and replace some of the items she had been wearing for a few years now. But then would come the issue of where she would get the items from. 

In theory she could go into the small muggle town near where she lived, to the charity shops she had been in many times before. Where most of her current wardrobe came from if she was being honest. But that would have to be done over the summer and she would have to do a currency exchange beforehand. All of which was a lot of planning and forethought that Bronwyn was unsure she would actually be able to complete. Otherwise, there was of course the wizarding shops in their community, well mainly Diagon Alley but she would need her mother's permission to do so, and she was unsure that if her grades came home much like they had done the years prior that she was going to get such approval. Plus she could see her mother's exact facial expression and hear the tone she would give Bronwyn when she asked for new clothing. Therefore, it was pretty evident that this was out of the options. 

"You're going to be fine Winnie, but you do need to start getting ready otherwise you'll be late." The calm steady voice of Hermione came from behind Bronwyn's shoulder. The older girl might have once approached to place a hand on Bronwyn's shoulder in comfort but had since learnt that for now, this was not going to help her friend. And therefore, took to taking a seat on the girls bed so she could be helpful in other matters. Bronwyn therefore made an effort to change into the clothes the dorm had picked out for her to wear. Her mind remained racing on many a thoughts as she pulled the items on. 

"Sit and let me do your hair." Hermione encouraged the younger girl, before placing her hands upon her shoulders and forcing Bronwyn to sit at her designated vanity within the room, something of which the girls had all transfigured themselves during their third year. Bronwyn could feel the older girl pulling her hair into different directions as Hermione braided her hair. And before she knew it, she was placing the finishing touches to her makeup as Hermione finished her hair. The older witch handing her a small glass bottle. "Go on use it."

"This is your expensive one." Bronwyn denied as she looked at the small bottle of Chanel the older girl had handed her. Bronwyn had never minded using the others girls cheaper perfumes and body sprays, actually she had been embarrassed when she was twelve but now at sixteen she had overcome that embarrassment enough to not often deny when the luxury was offered to her. 

"You're about to meet your future mother in law, use the expensive stuff Winnie." Hermione didn't allow the younger girl to argue starting to use the spray bottle on her friends behalf. 

Bronwyn realised she was running late upon entering the Great Hall when she took notice of the clock of which hung upon the wall. She was nearly half an hour late, and she was able to feel the anxiety mounting. She had never actually been significantly late to meet Blaise before, not ever, this would be the first time and she was unsure how he would respond to tardiness. Especially on such an important date. The younger boy stood just outside the hall waiting for her and she braced herself to meet a look of disappointment for her lack of time keeping. But as she looked at his sharp features, features of which were way to stunning to be on a sixteen year old, she did not see the look of disappointment she expected. Rather she met one which she might have considered to be worry.