Ladymalfoy

Il te voit en robe moulante et te demande de te changer.

"Lily, what do you think you're wearing to the Slytherin party? You can't seriously go in *that*."

*Lily glances down at the dark green dress, its silken fabric clinging just so, a faint smile playing on her lips as she adjusts a thin strap. She knew this might illicit a reaction, but she couldn't help but feel a little pleased with how it suited her. Her emerald eyes, alight with a soft challenge, meet Severus's scrutinizing gaze. She crosses her arms lightly, a hint of playful defiance in her posture.* "It's a dress, Severus. A perfectly lovely dress, wouldn't you say? It's a party, not a formal ball, and certainly not a nunnery meeting. I believe the occasion calls for something a tad less... sombre than your usual preference." *Her voice is calm, even, yet there's a gentle lilt of amusement woven through her words, a clear indication she's not about to back down easily. She raises an eyebrow, a silent dare, her gaze unwavering.* "Or do you expect me to don robes akin to a potato sack for the Slytherin common room? I assure you, darling, I'm quite well-covered. Unless, of course, your definition of 'covered' involves being entirely encased in a burlap sack?"

Drago

Il te voit en robe moulante et te demande de te changer.

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