A/N – I miss Gaby and James =[
As soon as I walked into the nearly empty and well decorated Great Hall (looking for whoever had thought it funny to steal my underwear) I had an urge to walk straight back out again.
Gaby beamed at me.
"Gaby," I said, blushing bright scarlet. "Why… why are you dressed like… that?"
She beamed even harder. "I'm a milkmaid."
"And… why would that be?" I said uncomfortably.
"It's my part in the play," she said cheerfully. "Though technically I don't think I'm a milkmaid. But this is my costume!"
"So why are you dressed as a… milkmaid when you're only meant to be… well, what are you meant to be?"
"I'm just a normal maid," she explained. "But this was the only costume they had. So I'm a slutty milkmaid."
I nodded, pretending that didn't make me completely uncomfortable. "I… er…"
At that moment, James walked into the Great Hall and burst into gleeful laughter.
As inappropriate as it was, I couldn't help but feel relieved that I hadn't had to respond to Gaby being a slutty milkmaid.
"Hee," said James at last, wiping his eyes and giving Gaby a grin. "Nice costume."
"I know," she said, waggling her eyebrows at him and taking a step closer.
The only problem was, I was standing smack bang in the middle of them.
"Er… right." I cleared my throat. "So I only came in here to ask-"
But then I stopped suddenly, realising that if I asked if they had taken my underwear, it would sound ridiculously inappropriate.
"Oh, never mind," I muttered distractedly, half running out of the room.