Francine made a very peculiar sight in the side-street right in the heart of wizarding London. Her perfectly pressed blouse was tucked into a plain green pencil skirt over sheer stockings and sensible buckled heels; all items perfectly ready to be ruined picking through garbage in an alleyway...
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