Making it three for three...

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*blows the dust off this thing* Testing, testing, one two three. And all that bollocks.

Apparently we're back on the journal system. And I haven't the slightest clue what to say. Um. Hello?

Edit: Actually, I have thought of something. There seems to be this dance-thing coming up in a few days and I've been convinced to come. What sort of thing are we talking about here?

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It is an American thing, but Doug was very excited to have one, offically. It is... a formal end of the year dance that a great many American schools have.

Formal. Or semi-formal, depending on what your date is wearing. You have a date, yes? I mean, that is why you are coming to the prom?

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*blinks* Okay, a bit more than what I was expecting. Angelo just said it was a dance, didn't seem to make it out to be a big deal and wait... Date? As in official sort of date thing?

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I suppose the 'offical' is up to you and Angelo, but if he asked you than yes, he would be your date.

Ooh, and we have to put your hair up! And get a dress - did I mention the dress?

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Me and Angelo? Official? That's about as likely as me asking Tante for the magic back. We're just mates, is all. But yeah, he did ask me. I have no idea what he's wearing, tho'. Clothes?

There was dress mentioning. And dress means shoes too, I suppose. I know I don't have anything that'll even vaguely work since the Great Melodramatic Purge, so yeah, looks like shopping's on the cards.