Characters/Allowed: Angie and anyone.
To Hell with Dolohov, I thought as I put on a reasonably short skirt and a nice white shirt. I had bought some of that cream Bellatrix suggested, and it was working a charm. It was too warm to be wearing anything else. Grabbing the copy of Bernards latest book, I casually walked outside, making sure to flash the authors name as I walked through the castle. Strolling along, I found a tree under which to sit. I didn't want to tan just yet. I sat down, heaving the book onto the grass beside me.
I heard a branch snap, turning my head quickly and reaching for my wand. "Whos there?"