The thing about getting the feeling that you are being watched? Sometimes it's true. Especially when you are a member of Mystery, Inc. And so Daphne Blake lurched from behind the desk and made her way to the doorway in the classroom. Out in the baroque hallways of the school, she found her dainty purple heels.
"There you are!" she exclaimed dropped down into a low crouch, snatching them up in her long slender fingers. Hopping on one foot, then the other (all while maintaining motion) the redheaded sleuth slipped her dainty stocking bearing toes into her trusty iconic shoes.
On the plus side her feet weren't sliding (as badly) on the polished wooden floors, though practical would not be a word used for her shoes, especially in conjunction with running away. And speaking of the ghost! Those precious moments she spent sacrificing in the name of pantyhose and footwear left the ghastly grim ghost hot (or cold, rather) on her purple trail.
"Jeepers! I shouldn't have been so concerned with runs in my pantyhose... because this pair might be my last!" whimpered Daphne as she ran for all your pink legs were worth. The nightmarish glowing ghoul of a ghost flapping behind her in icy pursuit of her whipping red hair.
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