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[andraleigh]

Date/Time: 'It All Falls Down'; Sunday, October 18th, 1981; Morning
Location: Corridors to Grounds
Open to: Andra, Pat, Any, NPC first years

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[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick's own attire matched her's well. He wore a pair of crisp white slacks with shined white oxfords. His shirt was white as well, but covered with a blue and orange argyle sweater vest and the most ridiculous looking blazer ever - white with thick orange and navy stripes running vertically across it. Blonde locks were pulled back, hiding beneath a white Homburg-styled derby.

He pulled the door open and peered out, grinning goofily. "Ready, then?" he asked through the crack in his door. She was going to die when she saw him, and he wanted to wait till she was fully and completely prepared.

[andraleigh]

She looked up, smiling just as wide as she caught a glimpse of his hat. "Yes, you," she replied, horribly excited to see him. "Get out here, I'm dying to see if you look as ridiculous as I do!"

She backed up, gesturing for him to step out into the hall. Her boots clapped along the stone loudly, and as she waited she pulled out a pair of white lace fingerless gloves. It was the final step to completing her look.

She put her now-gloved hands on her hips and smiled, waiting impatiently for him to join her.

[patfiddlesticks]

"Okay, okay!" he replied laughing, then closed the door quickly as he finished his own preparations. He, too, had to wear white gloves.. it was just proper, but of course. With a smile, he hoisted the croquet set up to let the strap rest against his shoulder, pulled the door open, and stepped out.

Holding arms out to his sides, he struck a pose. "What do you think, lovely?" he asked her, then took a moment mid-pose to give her a good once-over as well. "You, m'dear, are absolutely stunning. I think I might have just found myself a new Andy-Fetish.. bustled skirt bottomed Andra."

With a smile, he offered her his arm. "Are you ready then, dear?"

[andraleigh]

Andra smiled at first, shaking with the attempt to hold in her laughter. But, it finally bubbled out of her, and she nearly doubled over. "You look positively adorable," she cried, shaking her head with glee. She let her laughter fade as she straightened, brushing her vintage clothes in an exaggerated uppercrust fashion.

As he mentioned her bustled bottom, she turned and looked over her shoulder a bit deviously. "You like, then?" she asked, grinning cheekily. "Good."

She smiled wide and took his arm, letting him lead her off.