"Figured we'd come to put me in drag, not turn me into a bit o' jam," Charley pointed out mindfully to the professor, sparing her from the crossed eyes and stuck-out tongue at Maggie instead. She left behind the lacy sort, trailing a hand that beckoned for her friend to follow. Maggie was her better reminder of how to look, not to mention moral support, and she was bound to need plenty of it. Professor Lyra’s posh sort of dresses seemed more costumes, wearing them about all day might drive an urchin mad. “I’ll be needin’ summat more practical, too.”

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