#florence2

The baseball cap that’d been fit snug to Nell’s head, leaving a shadow to hide her features under, went flying the second her shoulder collided with another’s. She was quick to apologize, though she had to clear her scratchy throat before speaking, “Oh, Florence. I’m sorry. Hi.”

Stepping into the role of her friend, Evan, from the WADA was the greatest acting opportunity she could have fallen into. Of course, it did cost a hefty penny (both for the Polyjuice and convincing Evan of her plan). Greta had stood in front of the mirror all morning, speaking her lines, wiggling her eyebrows, flexing her new muscles. She had an audition later this afternoon as Evan. However, was she even passing as him? She took this question to Diagon, mocking her walk and other body language after figures there. Eventually, she saw a familiar face -- and greeted her without realizing she was not Greta. 

“Hi Florence!”