The night of the dance, Bella rolls it up, puts it in Tegu's saddlebag, and changes at school - she wouldn't want to try cycling in it, just one of the many disdvantages of dresses in general. But she likes it. She shimmies into it, in the bathroom stall, and stalks out in matching conjured ballet flats.

She goes stag, she dances with everyone who passes within arm's reach, even Mike, because grudges are silly and he hasn't bothered her or Alice in months - and none of them are at all good at it, more's the pity.

Well, Alice is good at it.

[Wanna bet we can reduce the entire room to staring at us if we do something ridiculously ballroom to the upcoming techno music?] She snuck a look at the playlist.