"No?" she questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion for moment. Her brand of dislike for this Miss Quibbleberry had been more in line with occasional passive aggressive comments and barbs but certainly no dedicating enough time and energy into noting things like Louisa's classes or grades. But then Peggy was pulling her wand out and Rach figured she'd just with out the moment and what Peggy was planning would become obvious in second.

And it did. Louisa Quibbleberry's dress! It took all Ellie could manage to twist her roaring laughter into a muffled, polite cough into her fan less she either be taken as rude or equally as bad: draw attention to what Peggy had just done. Her body shook in tiny convulsions until she clinched her hands into fist, the sting of her nails digging into her palms a sharp focus.

Lousia had to be absolutely mortified. Her ankles were on display. Dishonor on her. Dishonor on her cow family. "Surely she'll leave now. Oh my, the poor girl! Such dreadful luck. Mr. Bellchant really ought to step up and end the dance now to spare her any more embarrassment, don't you think?"