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regandaniels​:

Regan grumbled, knowing she couldn’t argue with Katie. She hardly ever had any alcohol and agreeing to one at the ball was already enough for her. Still, Katie had a point. They weren’t at the ball yet, so she rolled her eyes, but agreed to have one more. She followed Katie to her room, still in awe at how her friends could have so much money. Her tiny flat was probably the size of Katie’s room alone.

Even though she had been part of the wizarding world for about half her life, magic still surprised Regan. She stared in shock at Katie for a moment before crossing her arms and staring at the display. “Hmm,” she wondered. “I like it, you have to stand out compared to everyone else, especially whoever Albus decided to bring,” she narrowed her eyes. “I’ll take him down Katie, I mean it.” She knew Katie wouldn’t want her to, and it wasn’t like Regan. But when someone hurt her friends, she didn’t care who they were. Perhaps it was her brother’s Slytherin nature in her. 

It didn’t take long for Regan to realize that none of the outfits she brought would be up to the standards of everyone else. She had a few cocktail dresses and a few she wore to Sunday brunch, but none that stood out as much as the “basic” ones Katie had. She felt herself start to panic, imagining the looks she’d get for being near the Potter-Weasley group looking like she just came out of a Target clearance sale. “I don’t think you’ll let me out of here in any of the dresses I brought,” she admitted to Katie. “They aren’t fancy enough for this.”

The warmth that was radiating out from Katie’s chest had very little to do with the half-empty glass of champagne in her hand. She still wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve a friend like Regan, who was so much more good than Katie herself. She leaned over, resting her head on Regan’s shoulder for a moment. “I know you do, Rae. But you don’t need to.” She let the moment stretch out, comfortable in the silence between them. Righting herself, Katie tapped through the display to summon the gown out of storage and then turned to face Regan. “Enough of that. I’m a big girl and it takes far more than a slight from Albus Severus Potter to rock me back. This is a night of celebration and I’m not going to spend it being maudlin about a stupid boy.”

Katie couldn’t help but giggle at Regan’s next statement. “Oh darling, no. I was never planning on you leaving this flat in your own clothes.” She gestured for Regan to sit in one of the club chairs next to the window, then took a seat next to her. She summoned the closet display over, its levitation charm holding it aloft in front of them. “Do you have any idea what you want to wear? Or do you just want me to find you a few things to try on?” Katie asked, taking a sip of her champagne.

[herladyshipkatie]

regandaniels​:

to the ball | regan & katie

Regan tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the elevator to take her up to Katie’s apartment. Her bag was heavy on her arm, stuffed with dresses she pulled from her closet on her way out because it didn’t occur to her until ten minutes ago that she never went shopping. For someone who was always prepared for school, Regan was hardly prepared for life afterward. She had a feeling Katie would make her throw half of this wardrobe away considering she’s owned these dresses since she was probably eighteen, but she also trusted Katie to do her magic and make her look decently presentable. 

She smiled at the person getting out of the elevator before going in and pressing the button to Katie’s floor. She dropped the bag to the ground and shook out her arm, frustrated. She wanted to be angry for Katie, for the situation in the group chat. She tried to be light-hearted in it, but sometimes it was too much, especially when one of her friends ended up hurt. Katie could deny it all she wanted, but Regan knew she was bothered by it. Once the elevator opened, she begrudgingly picked up the bag and walked down the hall to the door. 

Katie once told her she could just enter on command, so that’s what she did. “I’m here!” She called out, “with an unhealthy amount of outfits because I never went shopping!” She winced at the slight thud the bag made when it hit the ground. “I did bring the biscuits and they are unharmed, can’t say the same about everyone else after today though.”

Katie flicked through the display for her closet, rejecting each dress that came up in less than a second. The vintage Dior she had originally selected for the event felt completely wrong now. It was too soft, too pretty for her current mood. Plus, she wanted something that caused Albus pain—emotional, yes, but physical too. One of the rapidly shifting gowns caught her eye; now there was something with promise. 

A soft chime rang to let her know that someone had come through the front door—a tidy little alert and security charm Rose’s dad had helped her with—and she went to greet Regan and grab them a bottle of wine. After she settled her friend’s tote onto a bench in the foyer, Katie turned to her. “You said you’d have one drink at the ball, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little bubbly before we go,” she said with a wicked smile. “And as much as I’m used to it, being your friend, one should not drink bubbly alone.” 

With that, Katie turned on her heel and beckoned Regan towards her bedroom. “Now, to show you my opus,” she said with a grin. She called up the display and turned to Regan. “So rather than take over a bedroom or two for my closet, I put an undetectable extension charm on a wardrobe. But obviously that makes it a little difficult to access, hence,” Katie gestured at the display with a flourish, “a searchable, categorized archive of all of my clothing.” She called up the gold Elie Saab she had been looking at when Regan arrived. “This is what I’m considering. Thoughts?”

[herladyshipkatie]

text ; katie

regan: if he's hungover, he'll never see the biscuit before it hits his head anyways.

regan: but we'll find something WAY better don't worry.

katie: this is a good point

katie: i wonder if it's too late to find something that lights up itself

[herladyshipkatie]

text ; katie

regan: hmmm that's fair

regan: sounds like a plan! i'll be there soon

[herladyshipkatie]

text • Rose • Jun 20

Rose: Does it make you feel better to know he's super hungover?

Rose: and will NOT have ANY FUN?

Katie: You know? It does.

Katie: And I am now reconsidering what I was going to wear tonight.

[herladyshipkatie]

text ; katie

regan: of course i would katie, you know that

regan: besides, i'm invested in this now

regan: i can find something else to hit him with if you like, but that would draw too much attention.

katie: it's still a lot of potential attention for you AND breaking rules for you, so i just really appreciate it, ok?

katie: well if you want to come over to get ready, we could probably figure out some sort of plan

[herladyshipkatie]

text ; katie

regan: can i bring an extra to throw at al? or will Vi consider that bad ball behavior?

regan: i'll do it though

regan: he won't even know it's me

katie: I'm not sure biscuits make the best projectiles

katie: plus knowing him, he'd manage to get it to land in mouth or something

katie: but the fact that you'd do that for me... you're the best, Rae

[herladyshipkatie]

text ; katie

regan: so exactly how mad are we?

regan: i need to know how many biscuits to get

katie: i'm really just annoyed that now I'm stuck going alone

katie: we usually assume we're each other's date to this kind of shit, so if one of us wants to find an actual date, a heads up is appreciated

katie: but one packet should cover it

katie: ... maybe two

[herladyshipkatie]

text • Rose • Jun 20

Rose: I’ll help!!

Rose: I think it’s a he.

Katie: I mean I don't care!!!

Katie: We just usually give each other a heads up if we're actually finding dates, since we so often end up going together.

Katie: So I'm just annoyed that now I'm stuck going alone.

[herladyshipkatie]

text • Rose • Jun 20

Katie: I'm going to kill him

Katie: For totally valid and platonic reasons.

[herladyshipkatie]

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[herladyshipkatie]

regandaniels​:

Not interested in dating but…are practically dating? I love it, so cute. I won’t be Rose, but I definitely will be keeping tabs on this because I’m already invested.

We are so not practically dating. I’m pretty sure that would require going on actual dates. Plus we can still see other people.

[herladyshipkatie]

regandaniels​:

That reminds me, what exactly is that thing? Or are we not asking questions about that?

You’re allowed to ask questions, Rose is not. But there’s not that much to tell–he’s one of my best friends and sometimes we have sex. Both of us aren’t particularly interested in dating at the moment, so this is easier.

[herladyshipkatie]

eggplant parm.

Katie tapped her manicured nails against the tan leather of the Mercedes’ back seat, the dull tapping sound calming her. She’d first slept with Albus almost a decade ago, but the thrill of anticipation she felt before they met up had never fully faded. Unlike so many of the men she dated, he never expected her to be anything besides herself. He saw parts of her that few people got to see–her messiness, her anxiety, her idiosyncrasies–and it didn’t matter because he wasn’t her boyfriend or someone she wanted to become her boyfriend, he was just Al. That didn’t stop him from making fun of her for taking cars instead of apparating places, of course. 

Maybe it was kind of silly, but she simply didn’t see the point in risking a splinching to save fifteen minutes in travel time. Sure, they could usually put you back together, but why take that chance? Not to mention that there was something to be said in defense of riding through London. It made her feel connected to her adopted city in a way that few other experiences could.

The car slowed, pulling to a stop in front of Rose and Al’s building. She thanked the driver, gathered the food, and nodded at the doorman on her way into the lobby. Katie sometimes thought she could time the trip from the lobby to their door down to the second, she had walked it so many times. She let herself in quietly, heels clicking softly down the hallway. She was fairly certain that Rose wasn’t here tonight–she had chosen to spend a few days in France while this fiasco with the PM’s son blew over–but nonetheless, Katie kept an eye out for her redheaded best friend as she made her way through the flat. It wasn’t that she was avoiding Rose, or even that she was hiding this thing with Al. Rose just had a tendency to ask questions that Katie herself didn’t know the answers to.

She found Al in the den, focusing intently on a book. Katie knew that she got to see hidden parts of Al too: his reading glasses, his furrowed brow as he thought through a particularly complex herbology concept, his second-guessing. She slipped out of her shoes, nudging them into an out of the way corner. She laid the pizza and wine down on the coffee table in front of him before making her way into the kitchen to grab plates and glasses. By the time she returned, Al had set down his book and was opening the box. “It’s meatball, by the way. I’ve been craving it for ages.”

[herladyshipkatie]

regandaniels​:

That’s fair. They’re an interesting bunch and it is fun watching all the madness unfold.

I think I’ll stick to watching the madness from a safe space to the side, that seems more up my alley.

Perhaps, but it might be fun to try joining in on the madness every once in a while. This thing with Al is probably mad, but it is definitely fun.