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[jamieebee]

Really, Painswick?

Really?

I didn't know school dances were still cool.

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[zoeyday]

You're going. No arguments. So there.

[jamieebee]

Read above.

[zoeyday]

No. Arguments.

We're getting you a dress and pretending you're girly for about an hour. Then you can go beat something with a stick or whatever you want.

End of story.

[jamieebee]

Actually, I think the end of the story is above..

.. where I told you to read before.

I'm not going.

[zoeyday]

Oh, come on. Why not?

Give me five real reasons.

Which you won't be able to and I'll win.

[jamieebee]

I don't like to dance.

I don't own heals.

I don't have any dresses here.

I don't have a date.

I have to be at the gym.

[zoeyday]

You don't have to.

I do and you're my size.

I do and you're my size. Also, I know where to shop.

Don't tell me you HAVE to have a boy around to have a good time.

For a few hours, that'll wait. You need a break.

[jamieebee]

Oh, reason number six.

You'd have to get me into a dress, heals, and to the gala; you can't fight me.

[zoeyday]

That's only one relatively legitimate reason.

And I'm stronger than I look you know. I bet I could take you.

[jamieebee]

Not if I carry my bat all night.

[zoeyday]

I'm good at trasfiguration. That bat could become a feather before you could blink.

Come on, Jamie. It's the only way to stop my bitching. We both know I'm better at that than you.

One night. And one shopping trip. It requires me taking off time from Nutcracker rehearsals (and I can barely afford to do that) so I promise to make it as noninvasive into your life of All-Quidditch-All-The-Time.