Eleanor sat up from Harry’s bed and came to the rescue. “What about this,” she asked, handing me a piece of fabric. I grabbed it and held it up to my body and then went to the bathroom to try it on. I came out, looking into the mirror. It was a short, blue silky dress that went half way down my thighs. It hugged my thighs but opened up a little, not hugging my whole body. It had loose fabric creases in it every which way. There was fabric hanging from the shoulders, acting as sleeves.