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[singintheoven]

Hedwig's room is small, dimly-lit (thanks to a stray scarf thrown over the lamp) and full of clothes strewn everywhere, and a surprising array of wigs (which she doesn't need to wear now that Scarlet has turned her into a woman, but she still does wear now and then because it's easier than styling her own hair

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[i_am_your_host]

"How absolutely cozy," he murmurs with a crooked smile, shutting the door behind him and making sure not to step on anything that shouldn't be stepped on. He slips his coat off in a fluid motion and drapes it over the back of a chair.

[singintheoven]

"It's not much, but it's home," she says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed to untie her shoes. It's the only way she can reach them, really; leaning in a corset is awkward.

"It looked a lot bigger before I unpacked. The gods of luggage sent me here with a lot of stuff, at least--I'd hate to have come here with just one change of clothes and nothing else from my old life."

[i_am_your_host]

"I suppose they would not dare leave you without a full wardrobe," he chuckles. He stands there watching her intently as he flicks the buttons of his vest loose one by one.

[singintheoven]

"It's easier than having to buy one here," she grins. "Everything's so expensive, and if you haven't got a job... well, you won't find me objecting to the bar putting us all in silly costumes. I enjoy it."

With her shoes off, she turns her attention to the rest of her costume. "Do you unhook these, or loosen the laces first?"