31 October 2017
"Lysander, if I've told you once I've told you a million times! I am much too old to be dressing up as a stupid mermaid!" Dominique yelled.
"Dom, I had to take sewing lessons to make it. All summer," Lysander moaned.
"Lysander, honestly-!"
"Please, Dom. Please!" Lysander begged.
"Fine, but if I look like a fool, then you have to wear my bra and one of Victoire's miniskirts - with no underwear - to COMA,"
"It's COMC," Lysander corrected, "COMA sounds..."
"Wrong," Dominique finished for him, laughing, "I know."
"I suppose it's a deal, then," Lysander decided, putting out his hand for her to smiled and shook it,
"Deal."
Dominique could not believe her eyes.
"Lysander! When I said not traditional, I meant..."
"I filled the criteria. You're in no position to criticize me," Lysander argued stubbornly.
"But," Dominique fingered her costume. It consisted of two red seashells which barely covered her nipples, and two strips of blue 'seaweed' that barely covered her private parts. "I'd be more covered if I walked into the Great Hall butt naked,"
"Then it's a dare," Lysander grinned. Dominique opened her mouth, hesitated, and shut it. It had always been a law of theirs that if one of them dared the other to do something, they had to do it.
"Fine,"
When she walked into the Great Hall without a stitch of clothing on, she wished she'd said no.
Apart from when Lysander gave her her first kiss.