Dragged PV Scott Reopened

Ami's heart swelled with pride and gratefulness at Scott's rather bold statement. Scott was genuinely more of a Hufflepuff than she was- all love and positivity. The kid really didn't have many enemies, did he? And yet, he took her at her word, immediately siding with her. That was true friendship, she decided with a small smile. Scott was, for sure, her best friend, and she was beyond ecstatic that she got to do stupid things, like this, with him.

She listened to him explain his homeschooled childhood, snickering as he brought up his career in the choir briefly. He had mentioned it before, last year, and she had thought it was hilarious then, too. She hadn't know that Scott had been homeschooled, though, and wondered why she had never bothered to ask him about his school life before Hogwarts. Was she really that self-centered? Hopefully not.

She laughed again as he stressed his accent, shaking her head slightly. "It's still not as bad as mine," Ami insisted, squinting at his eyes. Did those lines look even? Not really, she decided, and leaned forward again to even them out more. "Man, it's so weird that my parents let me be raised in America, and then pushed my back over to England... it's really like they couldn't make up their minds about if they want me to like the US or England better."

Ami winced as Scott yelped, shaking her head as she leaned back for a moment. "Closed, Scott!" she reprimanded with the barest hint of a laugh in her voice. "And yeah, of course you'll have to meet him. Your mom said yes to America over the summer, right? You'll get to meet him, then, when you come to Chicago- we can go to Dylan's together, and the Watertower downtown. Oh, you can open now," she added, leaning back and staring at her handiwork. 

"Let's do your eyebrows! Then, uh... highlight and lipstick, and then you'll put the dress and heels on," Ami explained, reaching for the new materials that she needed. "We're almost done, I swear."

“My eyebrows? I'd have thought at least they were perfect already.” He said, and then wiggled them as he did so... but he went on to keep them obediently still for her to fill in. “They’re my mother’s, too.” He explained with a chuckle. ”We await the day when I no longer look like an exact miniature of her... actually, I think she’ll start looking like a miniature of me before I start resembling dad more.” He laughed, and threw the dress and shoes a quick look as she mentioned them. Speaking of, was it going to fit? He hoped so. Would be a shame to sit through all of this just to keep wearing his uniform.

“I really can’t wait for the summer... you’re right, it took a while to convince her! I haven’t really been away from her before, except for Hogwarts, and she’s convinced we’ll be subjected to at least one mugging. Ben wasn’t happy about it either... I thought he was jealous because he often is, but Mother wrote it’s because he’ll miss me. I don’t know... Dad is as excited about it as I am, though! Already sent me a list of all the streets I’ll have to visit with significant musical heritage, but I lost it.”

With a pondering twist of his lips Scott thought a little about what she’d said. What was it like, he wondered, to have moved so much? And especially to leave a friend behind like that. Scott didn’t think he could’ve done it very well, should he have known anyone like that.

"I had a neighbour, Alice." He said suddenly, and with contemplation, as he hadn't thought about it for very long. "She was the only one my age I really knew. We played on the garden square sometimes... and in the foyer (even though we weren't supposed to).

I made her float once, when we were six. She almost got her hair tangled in the ceiling fan before I dropped her onto the floor. It was an accident, of course, but after that the Ministry had them move... Mother said it was for her safety which I didn't understand. I only knew things got boring.

Though I think her family ended up somewhere even nicer! So that's good..."

Scott swallowed.

"They were muggles, of course. Are you moving on to the highlight? Is it that one, there?"

Ami laughed, although she really had no idea what she was laughing at. To be honest, Ami had originally thought about doing drag because of Scott's rather feminine facial features. She supposed that it wouldn't be much of a stretch to imagine an older, female version of Scott, even if she had no idea what Gretchen actually looked like. She also didn't know what his dad looked like, either, but she supposed that was all technicalities... what was she talking about, again?

Scott, like always, began rambling, although Ami didn't mind too much about it. She was doing his eyebrows, after all, not his lipstick, so it didn't matter all that much that he was talking so much. Plus, mugging... well, she couldn't deny that. She loved Chicago, but the stereotype that it was a dangerous city wasn't all that far off. But hey, he was going to be walking around with her! A terrifying, semi-capable teen. What could possibly go wrong?

What the heck was a foyer? A- was that a type of wall? It was times like this when Ami especially felt that Scott was just so much more... sophisticated than her. He knew what a foyer was, for goodness sakes. She laughed along with his quite hilarious story about his neighbor, who she guessed (BEFORE he mentioned it, BY THE WAY) was a No-Maj. They didn't sound close, like she and Thomas were. 

"Yes, highlight," Ami confirmed, picking up a small compact with light, reflective powder. Dusting the pearl-y substance across his cheekbones and nose, she grinned at him and stood up, reminded of her small-ish secret. It was more of a surprise, honestly, than a secret, but all the same, it was exciting. "Go!" she exclaimed, grabbing the dress and shoving it at him. "Bathroom, down the corridor, go change. I'm going to guess that you'll need help with the zipper, so don't try to do that yourself."

Once Scott left the room, Ami grabbed the inconspicuous container of hair gel, dipping her fingers into the goopy material and slapping it on to her hair, slicking it back and using a comb to give her a great Grease's John Travolta/Elvis Presley look. she looked... ridiculous, to say the least, but she liked it. Her hair was still short enough to make it work, thank goodness, because imagine if she still had super long hair.

Shoved under the table with the makeup was a bag, which had a cheap suit-lookin' thing stuff hastily in it. A black suit jacket and her school pants, that was totally a suit- and to be fair, it didn't look the worst. Tugging on the collar of her school blouse to make it look somewhat nicer, she changed into her other, cleaner pants and tugged on the suit jacket. 

Nice.

It was a good thing, Scott thought as he carried the red dress (which he'd folded neatly over his arm after Ami'd carelessly shoved it there) down the empty hallway, that the "bathrooms" on this floor were abandoned. Not that he wouldn't admit the dress was pretty or even that the fabric felt nice, but he'd still prefer it if no one but Ami saw him wearing it. God knows why... hopefully the embarrassment wasn't a sign of adolescence because who has the time for juvenility when you've got dresses to try on?

Entering the Abandoned Toilets, which were, indeed, abandoned- Scott made his way to a stall the door of which already stood wide open. He hung the dress over the semi-wall and turned to make room for taking his jacket off- when he stopped. A scribble in blue ink on the inside of the door said Lucas + Julia with a poorly-drawn heart around it. Scott recognised the doodle quite well, and so knew that this was the same stall as he'd been pondering inside one year before. Ami had been in the one to his right, and with a chuckle did he realise he could hear her this time, too- only now it was the distant sound of her shoes hurrying around in the empty classroom a bit away he could hear, not her upset voice.

This was definitely an upgrade.

As Scott had folded his tie to lie inside his jacket on the toilet lid, soon with his school shirt and trousers placed on top as well, he contemplated wether he should wear his undershirt (a slim, white t-shirt) still... It was a long-sleeved dress so it wouldn't serve any modest purposes whatsoever, but still he rubbed his arm anxiously until he decided that he would.

When he pulled the red dress down it fell over his head. He oriented himself through the dark and the seemingly endless fabric until he found the collar and could stick his face out in order to see. The zipper was pulled all the way up, but after he sorted this the dress fell down and around him- circling his feet like a trap.

First, Scott didn't know which way was the front, but if Ami though't he'd have trouble with the zipper then he assumed it went in the back. So he pushed his arms through the sleeves and tried to correct them, as well as pull at the skirt, as much as he could. He wasn't going to lie, it had looked longer wrapped around the backrest of a chair...

Leaving the toilets, Scott entered the classroom again rather quickly (not wanting to spend too much time in the corridor) with his arms crossed when he wasn't tugging at the skirts, and his uniform pressed against his chest. But his semi-uncomfortable expression disappeared instantly when he saw his friend again.

"Look at you!" He exclaimed, and dropped his clothes inattentively on top of a table so he could take a better look at her. "You're dressed as a man! Where'd you get the jacket? It lookes good on you, it does really. And what did-" He hesitatingly touched at the air around her head. "Your hair! I won't lie to you, it's not a look you should keep. Nor, I fear," Scott waved his arms nervously around his hips and up his sides, until his hands settled awkwardly on his waist. "Is this."