Drystan!
Bess had always been very confident of her good looks and she had never
before had an issue with exposing herself in public (but not in that
filthy way, of course!), but this Halloween something had felt a bit--off. She reckoned she still looked rather fit in her
costume, but definitely not as much as she liked, or was used to.
When had she
ever had to suck in her stomach this much?
It was all those blasted pies. It was all this being at
home. Bess fiddled with her jingly jewels that rested low on her hips as she looked over the long table of treats and desserts. Not looking at them to
eat, because she was not eating any more sugary or delicious things, ever. No, she was getting ideas for the actual Halloween celebrating in the Fawcett house, which would include their three little monsters (literally and figuratively), Adam's new brood, and
maybe she had invited the Weasleys over.
And obviously the Boots---
She was just
bored, and baking made her happy, and party planning made her happy and
costumes, like hers, made her happy. Smoke surrounded her feet, giving her genie attire the perfect, final touch. Staring at all the beautiful food and creative designs that she never would've been able to think of made Bess want to disappear in the mist.
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