She woke fretfully at five in the morning, took a shower and had breakfast, and then spent hours trying to figure out what to wear. Eventually, she settled on black lacy panties and a matching bra, a dark blue blouse, and a flowy pink skirt. She changed the colour of the scarf he’d given her to match the skirt, and then selected shoes. By the time 9:00 rolled around, she had been nervously fingering the paper for half an hour, reading and re-reading every word. Oh god, she thought, she was doing this. She was really, really doing this. She heard the start of a nearby bell marking the hour before her navel yanked inwards and she was portkeyed to her unknown destination.