Currently sitting in a pub not too far from her place, Brook was at the bar with one shopping bag on the bar beside her. Primark the bag read across the front. All Brook managed to get for her new outfit was a new mini skirt and a cropped t-shirt. She didn't like to wear fancy clothing, her father made her do it enough growing up when he threw his big gala parties back home. She'd had enough of that and now she had to do it again. But it was different this time, it was for a friend.
Brook took a sip of her coffee that was sitting on the bar top, then peered into her bag, hoping no one would moan at her for under dressing for the party, especially Barbas. If anyone was going to bitch at her, it would be him or Misty.
〷 I'm the type of person who walks into a door and apologizes 〷
Johηηγ βiηx's bεstiε ⇡ Mαƒia ₧riηςεss ⇣ αηimagus: Ηusκγ ⇡ Quidditch βεauty