Hermione Hudson.
My feet carried me in his direction, though wobbly at first. I did not look at his face though, much less look into his eyes though I could feel his intense stare on me as I made my way over to him. I had not felt as conscious as I do in that moment in a while--not even last night when I was in so little clothing, basically, close to nothing.
There was something different about tonight that was different from last night. I guess perhaps it is because I am dressed in a way that even I felt I looked beautiful, and yet, deep down I wonder how it must have looked like to him. Especially not when I know he was behind the choice clothing.
How I knew? Mr. Walter never had any of us wear anything that was not explicit. If anything, it was a taboo to wear that much cloth in Eup
