Anne's mouth dropped open a bit. Had she... was he really... the dress would be hers? Hers? She tried to repress a smile, but the dimple on her cheek fought it's way through to reveal her pleasure.

"Thank you." She finally managed to squeak out before the Slytherin girl suddenly appeared in her line of vision.

"You silly little mudblood... Don't you ever come near my presence, especially if you are in that dress otherwise horrible, and I mean horrible, things will come your way."


She balked a bit, paling before the other girl stormed out. Was this the best idea in the world? Probably not. But for just one day, she could be beautiful in this dress. And she could make a costume of it. And everything would be right and beautiful in the world, no matter what Contessa Delacroix tried. Anne wasn't afraid.

Much.