I found some black leggings and a circle skirt that looked fairly clean and tucked a white button-down shirt in to give the look a more professional angle. I dragged a comb through my hair, made a mental note to research spells of detangling, and checked myself in the mirror. Femme and serious, definitely not someone who spent the night sleeping on the floor and the morning snuggled into some girl's boobs.
Imogen met me outside. She had traded her typical torn shirt and jeans for a high-waisted par of black pants and a light blue blouse. She still didn't wear a jacket, keeping it slung casually over her shoulder instead. I thought she looked like the high-powered boss in every secretary x supervisor smutty film I'd ever seen. I wisely kept this thought to myself.
Aurelia curled in between her witch's legs. Olezhka padded along behind me, making a frighteningly little amount of noise.