‘Thank you, darling — but in the hall earlier I just couldn’t hold her.’ ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t much use to you,’ said Fran. ‘Don’t w...orry,’ I reassured her. ‘It’s all worked out in the end. You know,’ I recalled, ‘the funny thing was, however tense it got, you all, Laura too, stayed so totally formal and proper. It was all so frightfully English of you.’ Fran gave a significant cough that she managed to infuse with distinct Scottishness. ‘Sorry, British,’ I corrected myself. ‘It was a close. I'll beback at 10am tomorrow to pick you up, okay?" It was as much as he'd saidon the entire journey. "Thank you," I replied, clambering out and lookingaround. There was nobody in sight, no hint of a reception party.There were a lot of things on my mind as I carefully picked my waytowards the entrance, doing my best not to get my heels trapped in theloose stones.The uniform I was wearing, for one thing. I might as well have beenholding a sign with Slutty Schoolgirl printed in fluorescent pink.. You know, not to show too much tit or short skirts or dresses. I don’t want to give any of the guys any ideas but there are a few I secretly wouldn’t mind fucking. That doesn’t mean I can’t dress naughty under my clothes, does it.”“Like the cupless bra, you’re wearing to show me your wonderful tits when you lean over?”“Exactly!” April smiled.“I bet you came here expecting to have a guy try to sell you a car.”“Why do you say that?“Because I see you’re wearing a low top to show a lot of your nice. Albus sighed dejectedly and decided to just go to the common room and do his homework. He had been neglecting it the whole week and figured he would have to do it sometime. Rose would at least be happy. Rose and Amanda were feverishly working on homework when Albus, John, and Matt entered the practically deserted common room. The boys settled down at the table Rose and Amanda were sitting at and reluctantly pulled out their books. "Success?" Rose asked without looking up from her.