Warren and Harry
Harry As Harry stood in the line of girls in the hall, she made sure to keep her head high and her eyes defiant. She had worn her most vibrant dress, a navy and bright blue gown, determined not to be picked. She stood out like a sore thumb in the the line of dull, brown and green dresses. Her arms were bare, her hands in finger less gloves, and there was a slit up one side of her leg showing off her knee-high boots. The exact opposite of what you were supposed to wear. If you wanted to be chosen, your demeanour and clothes should scream ‘Submissive’. Harry’s screamed ‘Fuck Off’. Mrs Denu walked up and down the line of girls, correcting their clothes, fixing their makeup. Harry didn’t have any makeup to fix …