Chapter 183 A Date with Bellinda (1)
I don’t know if it was to prove something, but on that Friday in early October, one month after Della finished her physiology class, when Belinda woke up in the morning and subconsciously looked at Della who was packing her things, she saw Della taking out the things she had received a month ago.
Belinda blinked and woke up. When Della came back from the bathroom, she half-raised her body and asked her, "How do you feel?"
"I feel it, but it's not uncomfortable," Della looked up at Belinda calmly. After listening to Olga Jimenez's lecture, she was mentally prepared and didn't feel there was anything to be shy about.
"Today is such a memorable day," said Belinda. "We should go out and celebrate your growth."
"We both have the same schedule. I think you should know that there are three classes today, Belinda," Della said, and she quickly calculated the class hours of these three classes and the class hours she had missed. "You should have a sense of crisis."
"But I don't take attendance in every class, do I?" Bellinda counted on her fingers, treating those classes that were not named as classes she had attended, and redefined her current class hours. "I still have more than enough."
"Besides, this is just a trivial lesson for you, and today is a big day," Belinda continued, "Don't you want to create some good memories for your growth? It just so happens that we haven't had the chance to go shopping."
We had planned to go shopping, but because we were both busy with our own things, we had only walked around the school's commercial street twice.
"Hmm..." Della was persuaded. Perhaps the word "growth" touched her. She decided to skip today's class and only asked Bellinda, "Don't you have work today?"
"In the afternoon, I think you can watch me work. It's quick, and aren't girls generally curious about those glamorous careers? We can play until the evening." Belinda heard Della's compromise and laughed happily.
Playing until the evening means a day of shopping. You need to wear light shoes. The weather in October is getting colder and the temperature difference is large. You need to prepare a coat and bring enough money...
"Then I have to prepare again," Della pinched the light blue school uniform that looked like a suit for Beauxbatons ladies, "It's not convenient to go shopping in this outfit."
"You have to believe that people wear all kinds of clothes on the streets of Country F. The vests at Beauxbatons are also very impressive. But what you said makes sense. Just wear something simple when you go shopping." Belinda sat up from the bed, stretched slightly, and looked at Apep and Sadolin on Della's table. "And I already have an idea."
Della noticed Belinda's gaze and looked at the two snakes on the table who were well-behaved and knew nothing. She briefly missed Maggie who had not returned for a second.
An hour later, Apep was hanging on Belinda's shoulders, and Sadolin was tightly wrapped around Della's forearm.
Belinda wore the simplest little black dress today, but her makeup was very bold. She braided her innocent blonde hair into a centipede braid, used a dark lipstick, and drew a small coiled black snake on the right corner of her eye. With Apep who kept raising his head from time to time on her shoulder, no one could be more attractive than her.
Belinda also dressed up Della, braiding her black hair, which she always let down, into two pigtails that hung behind her ears and were then put in front of her chest. Perhaps because she knew that Della did not have an innocent look, she matched her outfit with a small black suspender and wide black pants, and used makeup to slightly increase the coldness on Della's face.
She used her magic wand to draw a disposable snake on Della's body, a snake that extended from Della's shoulder to her forearm. After Della put on the thin black coat, half of the snake's head was still exposed, and Sadolin was entangled there.
"It's very beautiful, Belinda." After finishing her look, Della took a good look at herself in front of the floor-length mirror. She really liked Belinda's aesthetics. "It's just that it makes us... um... look a little difficult to get along with?"
"We're not the kind of people who get along particularly well." Belinda put her hands on Della's shoulders and squeezed in front of the floor-length mirror with her. She made intimate gestures but had a playful, wicked smile on her face, making the two people in the mirror look even more like a pair of vicious sisters.
Della laughed too. She tilted her head slightly to hide her smiling face. "Let's go, Belinda. It's time to go to brunch."
"Oh! One last thing." Belinda ran to her bookshelf, took out a bottle of perfume, sprayed it on herself and Della, and asked Della to put some on her wrist. "Fragrance is very important."
"It smells like a nice narcissus." Della raised her wrist and smelled it.
"This is the most convenient perfume, a love potion," Belinda, who had never worn narcissus before, curled her lips after hearing Della's words, "What I smell is the scent of piano."
"Love potion?" Della looked at Belinda in surprise, her mind quickly recalling the description of the potion.
Love potion is said to be the most potent and powerful love potion in the wizarding world. When people smell it, they will smell their favorite scent (mostly related to love), but only when taken directly will they produce that strong feeling of obsession.
"You're cheating a little, Belinda," Della said. "Smells that are pleasing to others are very good for people."
"But I use this because I want to smell the scent I like," Belinda said, not taking it seriously at all, "and if a person's love can be transferred just because of the same scent, then his love is too wavering and no one will appreciate it."
"You are selfish and cold in your attitude towards love," Della used two harsh words to describe Belinda, but she put her arm around Belinda's arm affectionately, "but I think this is Belinda."
"Yes, this is Belinda," Belinda covered her mouth and laughed, her beautiful eyes almost narrowed into a long line, "Alas, I still feel sorry for you. You are only 13 years old. How can there be a child who is so mature and so pleasing to me?"
"Oh, be careful, Belinda, Professor Jimenez's office is always open to every student." Della teased Belinda with a smile.
"Don't slander me casually," Belinda scolded with a smile. She pinched Della's little face without any hesitation. "I am a very responsible adult."