Logan
I’m no seamstress
Wed Oct 2, 2013 20:31
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What do you know, people do change. Or their clothing tastes did, anyway, and if Celeste could be believed, that was very indicative of character. There was a lot of psychology in what people wore—especially, Celeste said, when it came to wedding choices—and the message Logan was taking away was how much less of a bigot Charline had become over the last few years.

You must keep that between us. We can’t have everyone thinking I’m abandoning my principles.” With the least sarcastic expression he could manage for this most ironic answer, he raised his hand to his lips and symbolically locked them and threw away the key. He didn’t quite understand the pureblood preoccupation with Muggle things, but he understood wanting to keep up appearances. And Logan didn’t have anything to gain by sharing the information, or anyone to share it with who would care, so Charline really had nothing to worry about.

He smiled, bolstered by what sounded like a blessing from Charline. It was hard being so far from Savannah all the time. They were making it work, and Logan wasn’t worried, but he missed her. It would’ve been nice to have his girlfriend at the Shadow Ball.

Charline seemed more than a bit evasive about the Shadow Ball. Logan hoped she hadn’t invited two dates again (he didn’t think she’d make the same mistake twice, but he never knew what to expect with Charline), and was more than a little glad he wasn’t part of that. The whole experience had been like a weird sitcom episode gone wrong. He’d planned to go stag to the Shadow Ball, but maybe he’d ask someone to go as friends. Grace wasn’t an option, but maybe Strawberry would want go with him… he’d have to ask next time he saw her. She was fun and pretty, and it’d be nice to hang out with her for a night.

“Thanks,” he answered, turning to give Charline a three-hundred-and-sixty degree view of the outfit. Black it is. After all, if Charline said he looked handsome—well, she had good taste, and he’d never known Charline to give a compliment she didn’t mean. Actually, he didn’t know her to give compliments at all, so she must mean it if she was bothering to say it.

He changed quickly back into his own clothes and emerged from the dressing room with the black shirt over his arm, leaving the pink one behind. “Did you have anything you want to try on?” Logan asked. For a fourteen-year-old boy, Logan liked shopping a lot, and he wouldn’t terribly mind holding Charline’s bag while she tried things on if he wanted. Lia and Celeste always used him as a caddy and asked his opinion on clothes, so Logan thought he could handle shopping with Charline.

  • or does the man make the clothes?Charline, Tue Sep 24 17:46
    As was common knowledge Charline adored compliments and so when Logan informed her that her new ensemble was a ‘good luck’ she was obviously thrilled. The Muggle clothing had made her feel self... more
    • I’m no seamstress — Logan, Wed Oct 2 20:31
      • and not a tailor either, I suppose? Charline, Wed Oct 16 15:39
        Charline liked the effect Logan’s company had on her. Although her behaviour would never be seen as saintly there was something reassuring about finding someone whose presence didn’t make her squirm... more
        • Nor tinker, soldier, or spyLogan, Fri Oct 18 01:00
          When Logan offered to wait while Charline shopped, he’d expected it would be the same deal he got when Lia and Celeste took him shopping. He followed the girls like a well-trained Basenji, holding... more
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