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The first thing that alerts Agnes that this is apparently one of those 'special' days in the bar is when she feels a draft across her stomach.
"What, this again?" she asks, looking down at the naughty schoolgirl outfit she's now wearing. Unlike the last time she was in this costume, though, she's not immediately looking for something to throw on over it. Agnes has come a long way in accepting her size, so she just shrugs, adjusts the glasses that have appeared on her face, twirls a pigtail thoughtfully, and heads over to the bar for a drink.
[car keys bait for Barty Lampion, but open to anyone, as always.]
"What, this again?" she asks, looking down at the naughty schoolgirl outfit she's now wearing. Unlike the last time she was in this costume, though, she's not immediately looking for something to throw on over it. Agnes has come a long way in accepting her size, so she just shrugs, adjusts the glasses that have appeared on her face, twirls a pigtail thoughtfully, and heads over to the bar for a drink.
[car keys bait for Barty Lampion, but open to anyone, as always.]