Gertrude was not a happy bunny. She was at a ball. Her! At a ball! She was sure that there was some law of the universe that made her being at a ball both wrong and impossible. Nevertheless, Gertrude was at the coming out ball, in a dress that Anne had lent her and that she had been assured was very pretty. Pretty dress or not, Gertrude felt out of place, uncomfortable and very, very grumpy.
Using all her internal strength not to scowl due to the dress or cry due to the fact she had somehow ended up alone in the sea of people who must have known she was a fraud. It wouldn’t take much to realise the dress was a teency bit on the big side, even if Gertrude had thrown every spell she knew at it. Why was she even here? With all the rich people (or at least, people who were far richer than her) around her, it was just all wrong. She knew they were secretly judging her.
All she could do was search for her friends in the sea of people. She didn’t want to search by moving around, she knew she would end up looking desperate (because she was) and end up accidentally knocking someone over or kicking someone or stepping on someone’s foot. No, to save whatever dignity she still had left she remained where she was and scoured the crowd with her eyes alone.
Gertrude speaks with a Mancunian accent
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