It was this loathing of stairs that compelled Ami to try and shove everything she needed into one bag. Perhaps the biggest advantage of choosing the Colorful Quarters as her dorm room was her access to all of that makeup. It was a skill she had never used on herself, although she had done many 'makeovers' on her mom before. YouTube was also quite the reliable source, with gems like Jeffree and Tati teaching her how to 'snatch her contour', or whatever it was that teens said.
Hey, she was only 12. She wasn't a teen yet.
Her bag was full of everything but homework, today. After climbing the stairs (the stairs!) to the Owlery to send a quick owl to her best friend, she headed back down the stairs to go back to her dorm to back her bag. In went the foundation (several shades), the concealer, the eyeshadow, the various lipsticks, the mascara wands, the brow pencils... everything went into the bag, regardless of whatever her dormmates would've thought of her haphazard behavior. She was the head of the dorm! Second years shouldn't have been acting like this, and yet here she was, tearing through her trunk shoved under her bed, looking for that one dress that would look so, so good on him, he was only an inch or two taller than her, she could still make it work on him...
Ah yes. Him. Scott Abraham Alexander, her best friend, and prefect-partner-in-crime. Was Thomas getting replaced? ... maybe. But that was a problem for another day, and Ami wasn't going to worry about that on this perfect, slow and lazy Saturday afternoon, when she could be putting Scott in drag in the classroom that she was fairly sure had a record player in it. Drag? Yes, drag. Her owl had gone something like this-
It was going to be marvelous. Hopefully, he'd be open to the idea... well, if he wasn't, too bad for him. Pushing open the door to the unused classroom, panting slightly, Ami set all of her stuff down on the ground by an empty pair of desks, laying the dress out over the top as not to wrinkle it. It was a dress that her mother insisted she bring for god-knows-what reason, and in that color, too? Well, whatever. It would serve its purpose today, and it would it well, indeed. Making her way over to the record player, she set the needle onto the record already spinning on the magical device, the smooth throes of jazz floating through the room. It wouldn't have been her first choice of music, ordinarily, but Celestina Warbeck wasn't all that bad of a singer, if she was totally honest.Scott!!
I've got a great idea, meet me in that classroom on the second floor? Bring a book or something, it might take a while... but I already know that you're not doing anything so you should come immediately. If inconvenient, come anyway.
x your favorite, Ames
@Scott Alexander here's your thread, bud
Last edited by Arc Perscivious on 16th September 2019, 5:30 am, edited 4 times in total. Reason: Inactive for 1 month
she's got that whole purpose-driven warrior-princess save-the-world type of vibe
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