Pink Ursula would say was one of the colours that while all very nice- not really- weren't anything she could pull off at all. White as well for that matter. Went funny with her skin. The words dancing merangue always came into mind. That's why she stuck with vibrant reds and various greens and blues. Heaven forbid she ever conform and go conservative. All of this thoughts inevitably doing the only thing Ursula's thoughts would do and dance were what she had to stoop down to while she was waiting for her mocha. It didn't take wizards this long to make a mocha, did it? Three minutes?
Shocking was all she could say. Just shocking.
It was about to be the next year of Hogwarts. So suddenly. Today, about five hours, and they were all boarding the train and they were at Hogwarts. She supposed this time thinking about interesting clothes had better be put to good use. But she doubted there would be any gatherings at Hogwarts like there had been previous years. Nevermind, it's still a few more hours of breathing space.
