"And what did what I was wearing tell you about me?"

She laughs, because she expects the obvious. "A witch sent to do no good."

She was in a black flowing dress, much like this one, much like the one from the night at The Bronze. What he might have noticed, even with the fleeting glimpse and the shadows, was the how dark the circles under her eyes were. She hadn't slept well the night before, or during the day. And though she smiled and sparkled, she was sad that night, deeply sad.