Delirium

Chapter 14 - Fireworks

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Standing in front of the floor length mirror, Jolie spun around for the third time, inspecting her reflection. She undid the four buttons of her thin slim-fitting cardigan. Then, buttoned them back up again.

"I said keep. It. Buttoned," Daphne groaned.

Madeline nodded her agreement. Jolie pouted, pulling at the hem of her skirt.

"But is it too much?" she asked no one in particular. "It is. Let me just have another look through the wardrobe and I'm sure I can—"

"Don't even think about changing again," Daphne warned.

"Besides, you've only got ten minutes," Madeline informed her.

Jolie heaved a hopeless, frustrated sigh.

Right after Potions, George had only had time to wink at her before she had practically dragged Madeline back to their dorm, needing her roommate's assistance in getting ready for her and George's date. Daphne had arrived in the girls' dorm soon afterwards, panting as if she'd sprinted all the way from the fifth floor. She probably had.

So far, Jolie had haphazardly yanked on a combination of about seven different outfits from various pieces of clothing that Daphne and Madeline had strewn across her bed.

The one she currently wore—a matching green cropped cardigan and skirt with a lacy, cream vest beneath—was winning the popular vote.

As Jolie fidgeted with the top button of the cardigan, Daphne sat at Madeline's bed whilst the latter waved her wand carefully throughout the room, practising her charms to levitate the discarded articles of clothing back to Jolie's bed.

Inwardly, Jolie felt a shred of pride for her roommate. Madeline was getting better with Charms.

Tea Kettle was purring loudly at the end of Jolie's bed as her paws assiduously kneaded at a rejected cable knit jumper.

"Nine minutes now," Daphne sing-songed, patting the empty spot next to her on Madeline's bed.

Jolie grunted, sliding her palms down her skirt before making her way over to Daphne and plopping down onto the bed.

Daphne shifted to face her, grinning like a madwoman as she wielded a blush brush and began carefully blotting it to Jolie's cheeks.

Madeline came to stand behind Jolie and tugged the elastic from the end of her plait. Her roommate began undoing her messily woven hair, running her fingers through Jolie's locks before starting to brush it out.

Both of her friends giggled when a tangle snagged, and Jolie hissed.

"Merciless wenches," she grumbled.

Madeline chuckled as she continued to brush out Jolie's hair. Daphne smiled as she fished out a tube of lip gloss from Jolie's makeup bag. She untwisted the cap and pulled out the applicator, gently swiping it over her lips.

"You still love us," Daphne said through a half-smile, her eyes concentrating deftly on applying the makeup.

Jolie only grinned, trying to keep still.