"I said hot-girl disguises, not grabbing a cup of tea with mum disguises," Katie deadpanned as Ryan presented herself for inspection. Peeling out of her Falcon's raglan, she chucked it at her friend's head in retaliation for her gall. Katie unzipped her duffel and upended it on Ryan's bed. Half her closet tumbled out, several shoes skittering across the floor as Katie shook the bag forcefully. The bed had almost completely disappeared under the heap of clothes and accessories. She beamed at the mess, clearly pleased with herself. 

"You, my dear, are gorgeous, and I refuse to let you be boring. Get your cute butt over here and have fun." Katie paused for a beat and then peered warily at her fellow blonde. "You do remember what [i]fun[/i] is, right?"

Katie's definition of fun usually involved some degree of property damage and disorderly conduct--the finer things in life. She began digging through the pile, humming idly and practically bouncing with nervous energy. She'd gone out with the team countless times since joining the reserve string, but this was different. She was a [i]Falcon[/i] now. Her whole life all she had ever wanted was to play Quidditch, and playing for Falmouth was the realisation of her fiercest dreams. She'd [i]made[/i] it.

It took several attempts to get Ryan into something even remotely fun. Katie peppered her critiques with cheery digs and fawning in equal measure. She was utterly unconcerned with the time. The Leaky Cauldron wasn't going anywhere and Charlie could entertain himself. Ryan never got to have time for herself and Katie was going to make damn sure she had it tonight.

In the end, Katie had decided upon a grey dress with a plunging neckline and a hem that skimmed the tops of her thighs. After a few attempts at concealing the cursed scar that spiked down her chest to nearly her navel, she simply gave up and let it be. It wasn't as though what had happened to her was a secret.

She shrugged on a leather jacket with three quarter sleeves as she preened into a floating mirror. The bottom third of the jacket had been enchanted to look like smoldering embers. Several delicate gold ring glittered in the jacket's flickering glow. Black ankle boots with aggressively stacked heels brought her to a more respectable height, covered in designs of golden flowers that bloomed, wilted, and bloomed anew. Tiny golden flowers were woven into her milkmaid braid, winking in the light. With her eyes smoked to hell and back, Katie felt ready to take on the world.

Clapping her hands together, she rounded on Ryan with a fiendish grin.

"Damn girl, you clean up nice! I knew we could do it!" Bounding forward, she linked arms with Ryan and squeezed tight. "This is going to be brilliant!"