Candy Corn for Two
Oct 19, 2014 20:32:51 GMT
Post by Eveleen Swan on Oct 19, 2014 20:32:51 GMT
Eveleen considered the way she dressed to be modest. She liked loose fitting clothes, the tightest thing she owned was skinny jeans and she didn't try to draw attention to her figure. Her friends knew this, her boyfriend knew this, but most of all her mother knew this. Eveleen didn't like clingy fabric or the looks they attracted. Eveleen hated the way men leered at her mother and had no desire for anyone to look at her this way. So why in God's name would her mother had sent her a costume so . . . so . . . scandalous.
Perhaps Eveleen was overreacting a bit. Nothing was see through, and it didn't look to formfitting, but it was so short. Eveleen had never worn anything that had been short on her, she always had to roll her skit, but even then it sat just above her knees. The white dress of her angel costume wasn't as modest, sitting at about mid thigh. Thankfully, the back went longer, down to the back of her knees at least. The chest was a bit uncomfortable and more low cut than she was used to but it was after all Halloween and Eveleen was feeling adventurous. A gold ribbon came around under the bust to match the golden rose halo on her head and the straps of the dress as well as the gladiator sandles.
Eveleen tried to smile at her reflection in the mirror but found it rather hard. She was nervous to say the least, never having walked around with so much skin exposed but she supposed tank tops and shorts were equally as bad. Still the knot of apprehension in her gut was not quelled and again she was thankful for how free flowing the material was below the bust. Eveleen didn't think she could take it if it was tight around her waist and hips as well. At least if Duane asked what was up with her costume she could say Mary had got it for her. Eveleen told her mother she'd like an angle costume, imagining some white billowing dress with feathery wings and while the dream of feathery wings was met, the former was not. Duane wasn't a particularly judgmental person though so perhaps . . . perhaps things would go well.
Eveleen tried to think optimistically as she grabbed her sweater and put on her halo, downy wings and sandles before going to meet Duane. Eveleen certainly got strange looks from her housemates as she left both from girls and boys. Eveleen wasn't exactly well known, not being the type to surround herself with countless numbers of people or a social butterfly. Perhaps she would be a little more well known now though. As she left her eyes met that of seventh year boy she fancied in third year. He smiled and got up to move towards her but she quickly exited and nearly crashed into Duane.
"Hey." She greeted with a smile and relief. Eveleen didn't like all those looks, especially the last one. It didn't give the same warming effect that Duane's looks did. there was something special about her boyfriend, something unique and genuine and deep that other boys lacked. In an act that seemed almost second nature at this point, Eveleen intertwined her hand with the Slytherin's and pulled him from the trickle of Ravenclaws leaving the common room. "I set up in that empty class on the first floor." the young witch explained, pulling Duane along.
Duane Davis
Perhaps Eveleen was overreacting a bit. Nothing was see through, and it didn't look to formfitting, but it was so short. Eveleen had never worn anything that had been short on her, she always had to roll her skit, but even then it sat just above her knees. The white dress of her angel costume wasn't as modest, sitting at about mid thigh. Thankfully, the back went longer, down to the back of her knees at least. The chest was a bit uncomfortable and more low cut than she was used to but it was after all Halloween and Eveleen was feeling adventurous. A gold ribbon came around under the bust to match the golden rose halo on her head and the straps of the dress as well as the gladiator sandles.
Eveleen tried to smile at her reflection in the mirror but found it rather hard. She was nervous to say the least, never having walked around with so much skin exposed but she supposed tank tops and shorts were equally as bad. Still the knot of apprehension in her gut was not quelled and again she was thankful for how free flowing the material was below the bust. Eveleen didn't think she could take it if it was tight around her waist and hips as well. At least if Duane asked what was up with her costume she could say Mary had got it for her. Eveleen told her mother she'd like an angle costume, imagining some white billowing dress with feathery wings and while the dream of feathery wings was met, the former was not. Duane wasn't a particularly judgmental person though so perhaps . . . perhaps things would go well.
Eveleen tried to think optimistically as she grabbed her sweater and put on her halo, downy wings and sandles before going to meet Duane. Eveleen certainly got strange looks from her housemates as she left both from girls and boys. Eveleen wasn't exactly well known, not being the type to surround herself with countless numbers of people or a social butterfly. Perhaps she would be a little more well known now though. As she left her eyes met that of seventh year boy she fancied in third year. He smiled and got up to move towards her but she quickly exited and nearly crashed into Duane.
"Hey." She greeted with a smile and relief. Eveleen didn't like all those looks, especially the last one. It didn't give the same warming effect that Duane's looks did. there was something special about her boyfriend, something unique and genuine and deep that other boys lacked. In an act that seemed almost second nature at this point, Eveleen intertwined her hand with the Slytherin's and pulled him from the trickle of Ravenclaws leaving the common room. "I set up in that empty class on the first floor." the young witch explained, pulling Duane along.
Duane Davis