Draco stared in the mirror in dismay. Why would Luna do this to him? His gaze traveled over his reflection from head to toe, and Draco found himself wincing at the frilly pink princess gown in general, and shuddering at the tiara and the butterbeer cork decorations in particular. He felt vaguely sick. Even the ridiculous moose costume he had charmed Potter into wearing was better than this. "Ravenclaws really are the twisted ones" he said to himself, as he glanced hopelessly at the clock and realized again that there was no time for anything else.
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Date: 2005-11-19 06:07 am (UTC)