Zabrina stared ahead in silence as she began to move inside with Damen. "Hang on -" she stopped and turned near the door. "I'm underdressed", she pointed to her coral tank top and navy skinny jeans. "One minute ..." she murmured under her breath, moving into the dark cover of the trees where no-one could see her. She pictured a simple, white dress in her mind, and a cream-toned, fur wrap for her shoulders. "Clothes", she called in a bare whisper, waiting as the clothes were summoned to her. She immediately changed, placing her old clothes in a corner of the nearest tree branch, and then emerged from the trees and joined Damen again.

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"Wardrobe!" he called, clapping his hands as new, classy clothes appeared on him

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Zabrina walked into the room alongside Damen, watching the many people that filled the place as she moved her fur-made wrap around her neck and shoulders, sliding her han back into Damen's. "I never knew you had summoning abilities ..." she whispered so only he could hear.

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"PoisonedHuntress" wrote:

Zabrina walked into the room alongside Damen, watching the many people that filled the place as she moved her fur-made wrap around her neck and shoulders, sliding her han back into Damen's. "I never knew you had summoning abilities ..." she whispered so only he could hear.

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"Of course I--" he stopped

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Zabrina froze at Damen's sudden silence. "What is it?" she asked, arching an eyebrow as she began to walk into the christmas party with him.

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"The Beadle...."
A fat, short man with a black top hat, monacle, long hair, and a pointed nose emerged from a door in the hallway.

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"Who's the Beadle?" Zabrina whispered slyly in Damen's ear, taking in all the information as she studied the man who had now entered the main room. She had removed her belt earlier, and therefore had no weapons in her possession, but this did not concern her or she could always summon a weapon.

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"The duke's assistant, he's a suck up, and a swine."

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"Beautiful", Zabrina said sarcastically under her breath. "Shall we greet him?" she enquired, arching a sly eyebrow. She slid her arm into Damen's as to be more convincing, and then pasted a  civilised smile upon  her face.

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