"’Uh?’’ she said. "’Oh, sorry,’’ she winced. Why had she apologized? She was totally killing the mood. She took off her shoes, and left them by her bedside. She quickly made for the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. She washed her hands, then filled her extendable purse with beauty products, her toothbrush, her hairbrush and everything else she deemed necessary for the evening. She quickly pulled her hair in a bun. "’I’ll come back here tomorrow morning to change, if that’s okay, and then go back to Ginny to prepare for the big day,’’ she kept talking, as if the more she spoke, the more the nervousness would vanish eventually. "’Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Can’t believe my best friend is getting married! I can’t grab my dress now, I’ll get ruffled on the way and steaming charms are a nightmare to deal with - "’