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6:00PM boutwellbeauty March 5 2007, 02:07:35 UTC
Beverley had less time then Katie to get ready. She had forgotten her shoes at her London flat and had to go home to fetch them. Thankfully, Katie had let her use her place to get ready, though Conchobar had been a pain in the ass. He was so excited to see her after so long that he'd kept rubbing dog hair all over her dress. The game had left her tired, but she lived! Unlike the last game, their team had won, thanks to a brilliant catch by Harry Potter.

After shooing Conchobar into the bedroom and locking him in, Beverley had spent the better part of an hour getting dressed. The dress was bright. She had tried to go for bright and flashy, yet classy. She thought she had achieved it with the lovely dress from a little known American designer. It had reminded her a little of the ocean. She was content to be pretty, she liked dressing up and usually did it very well.

The Harpies' manager had approved her outfit and such, not that she required Julie to approve anything that she wore. That was usually Gwen or Katie's problem. If Katie had a choice, she wouldn't have gone in general, but she had an obligation. She hummed as she descended the stairs to the ball, pretty pretty princess that she was.

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