Callie flipped through the racks of robes at top speed, she knew what she was looking for and she certainly hadn't found it yeah. No pink polka dots, No pink polka dots, not even purple polka dots. What was this !? HMPH.

She still couldn't believe they didn't have any robes with pink or purple polka dots on it was just castaprohe-us. If that was even a word. She was just about to go ask the Shopkeeper if they had any robes with pink or purple polka dots on when someone bumped into her she twisted on her feet and saw someone in a black sheet. ahhh! It was a monster! She screamed dropping to the floor and curling into a small ball, as small as she could go waiting for the monster to go away."goooooo awaaaaay monsterrr!" she groaned. The monster apparently didn't listen though.

Aiden eyed her for a moment longer, making sure she got the picture, before deciding he could let up with the glare. "Okay." But oh goshh, this girl was seriously obstructing her ear canals and singing to block out his words. Yes, Savannah went to such lengths. In the middle of a busy store. He shook his head at the Slytherin and waited until she uncovered her ears. "I need to get my robes, now." He motioned his head off towards the Hogwarts section.

West coast represent no..

She watched Aiden as his mouth stopped moving, she sent him an unsure look. Miss Conrad legit didn't want to hear about snogging between Aiden and Ella. Nuuu uhhh. The only people he could talk about snogging was her...oh, and she could talk about her Finn snogging cause she was just awesome like that. Didn't he understand though ? She was jealous, she didn't need to be reminded that Aiden was snogging her. Savvy deserved though lip, in her opinion. and she wanted them alllllllll to herself.

"and my lips are for Finn..."And Aiden.



"Want me to help ?"

Had she been singing 'California Girls'? Eh. Anyway... Aiden simply nodded when she said her lips were for the fifth year. Yes, he was aware of that. Whatever that relationship was about.. if it was considered a relationship? Meh. He didn't want to meddle in that stuff.

But... she offered assistance, and seeing as clothes were her forte, he'd go with it. "Sure," he said with a shrug, then started toward that section. "Uhm.." Where to start? "So, new ties.."

............awkward.

"Does ties come in sizes ?"Savannah asked, looking up at him. There was a puzzled look her face.She didn't know, She had other people do the boring shopping for her. She already had most of her shopping done now all she really had to was wander around and possibly find new people/fix relationships with people. Of course, the second one obviously wasn't working so well for her. Stupid Ai-Ai. The thought kind of made her want to throw her shoe at his head but she decided against it...she didn't want him to get knocked out again even if it was SUPER funny.

"So...."She took a long pause."You get most of your shopping done...?"

Amy stepped into the shop and straight over to the robes display, hearing her money clinking in her pocket, she ran her finger over the robes, finding her size, with her badge stiched in, she pulled it out and held it in her hand, crossing over to the skirts she pulled out four skirts and two pairs of black trousers and seven pairs of blouses, after all, you can never have too many blouses. Next to the skirts and robes was were sweaters, she picked up four of the sweaters, with the little yellow badge with the badger in the corner, she turned around, grabbed two of the ties and picked up a few pairs of navy stockings, she then walked over to the changing rooms and walked behind the curtain

"Yeah, it depends on how tall you are," Aiden answered, passing through the selection of ties. "Or I suppose it depends on how long your torso is, rather." He held up one or two against his chest and looked down to see if they'd be a proper length. Seemed so. After throwing them around his forearm he moved to the oxford shirts. "Not really." Aiden had been horrible with the shopping thing this year; procrastination was getting the better of him. "I've gotten my books, though. What about you? Where's that pygmy puff thing of yours anyway?" He wondered if she actually turned it all glittery..

As Aiden spoke, Savannah looked down at her torso. Ehh...it wasn't THAT long, she was more legs than anything else. *beam* She was built perfectly and she had been told that on many occasions."We sent Alexa to do all the shopping for us this term."Alexa did all the shopping for all the Conrads, well...the boring shopping anyway. Alexa was like their maid/personal slave thing. They treated her good though."I can say that I have never, not even at Beauxbatons, have never picked out my own robes for myself..."Why ? Cause robes were a wee bit boring to shop for. Now muggle clothes shopping was totally different. Hehh. So was shoe shopping.

She nodded her head as he spoke, listening to him. Well wasn't this nice a convo that didn't involve thing. Savs SERIOUSLY needed to stop doing that. She couldn't help it though, it was like word vomit.

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Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigglypuff."Oh, I left him at home today. "She said, hoping DEMON!child wasn't messing with him. She paused.

"He glitters now..."A pink, glittery, MALE pygmypuff.

Amadeus pushed open the door of the shop, the bell attached to the door ringing as the Ravenclaw strode inside. He pushed past a few people that were in the front and headed towards the back of the store, where the most expensive and highest-quality items were stocked. Even after leaving Ollivanders, Deus still had a lot of galleons jingling around in his trousers. He mussed with the collar of his cashmere sweater as he took a look at a few velvet cloaks. Pursing his lips, he examined one that hung on a rack. Would the fabric and make of the cloak add to his regality or diminish it? He wasn't quite sure. Maybe a cloak of Egyptian cotton would do the trick.

Mathieu strode into the shop with a sort of look of determination on his pale, typically-English face. He needed new robes ASAP. Ever since that stupid Ravenclaw kid had smeared his ice cream on him, he'd been walking around Diagon Alley with ice cream stains on his robes. It was good they were black and hid the stains better than a light colour did, but still. No. He needed new robes. And a reminder to hex that kid's brains off next time he saw him.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Mathieu distracted himself with the decisions he now had to make - what type of fabric did he want? And what colour should his new robes be? They had to match with his poise and shoes, he knew that much.
The young man was just making his way to the back of the store when he caught sight of a figure that was all too-familiar. "No, no, that colour makes you look paler than you already are, Deus," said Math, his features twisting into an expression of disapproval as he caught sight of the cloak Amadeus was examining. "Not to mention it has a loose thread hanging from the right sleeve," he added, blue eyes narrowing slightly. Leave it up to Math to notice the tiniest and most insignificant of imperfections. That was his job.

Amadeus lowered the cloak that he was holding and turned his face, a rather sour expression sculpting his regal features. Who dared to insult Deus? Ah, it was Mathieu, the bugger who had caused Amadeus's trip to Ollivanders in the first place. "I take pride in my pale complexion," He simpered, raising his chin up confidently. "It's a trait that runs only in the best English families." Of course, Math was quite pale himself, but now was not the time to point that out to the critical Gryffindor. Lifting the right sleeve, Deus did notice the slight imperfection. Many a person would have simply bought the cloak and would have cut off the string, but Amadeus was not like many. "Oh, you're quite right!"

He tossed the cloak back onto the robes display, the look on his face one of disgust. He had just been about to purchase damaged goods; what a laughing stock he would have become! Math might have been critical, but his keen eyes had been a saving grace for Deus many a time. "Thank you for that..." He deigned to remark, his suave mannerisms and tone having returned, "But it would do you well to remember that I have a wand again. If you say something a little out of line, I would be privy to send a spell your way." He snickered, patting the leather holster that held his wand.

Mathieu merely rolled his eyes and let out a brief, mildly amused chuckle as Deus defended himself, explaining that only the best English families had the perfect pale complexion. He, of course, took no offense, as he owned a mirror and knew his skin tone would make any ghost envious. (Okay maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration...)

Mathieu smirked as Amadeus then threatened him with his new wand, turning on his heel then to face the many cloaks hanging before the pair. He examined the darker colours first, never having been a fan of bright, childish hues. "Pity. I liked the power that came with leaving you wandless," said Math as he went through the cloaks, examining each and setting it back to its place each time he found insignificant little imperfections, ever the picky one. "Anyway, what brings you here? I thought you already had four years worth of clothing stuffed in your trunk. You want more than that?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow at his friend.

Amadeus shook his head, managing to chuckle softly at Mathieu's comment. "That's why I purchased this holster. It will be a cold day in hell if I ever let you near my things again," He sniggered but there was a hint of foreboding behind his words. Never again would he leave his things out in the open when Math was around and was riled; that was how his original wand had gotten broken in the first place. "Oh, you know me," Deus simpered, going through a pile of neatly-folded, dark-colored trousers. "One can never be seen in the same clothes twice; I trust that you realize that. It's simply horrendous how some of our classmates wear the same things daily: the same shoes, accessories, absolutely everything. Lucky that we have the funds to provide ourselves with the finest that the wizarding world can provide." He smirked rather satisfactorily as he found a pair of pleated, grey trousers. They would go perfectly with his winter anorak.

Mathieu seemed most displeased with what he saw. None of these robes or cloaks tickled his fancy and almost all of them had some sort of imperfection that he refused to let go unnoticed. No way. Everything Math wore had to be perfect. And it wasn't so much because he was a snob as it was simply because he was far too much of a perfectionist, far too easily annoyed by the slightest hint of imperfection.

Hence why Math got along so well with Deus, though the Gryffindor's point of views always differed slightly. He didn't mind so much his classmates wearing the same things over again as he minded the fact that sometimes the girl's ponytails were a little too tilted to the right, the boy's left shoes cleaner than the right, and everything was just a mess of crooked, asymmetrical, non-matching, un-proportioned imperfection that drove the OCD boy insane.

"And one can never be seen with ice cream stains on their robes," muttered Mathieu to Deus's list. "I mean - the stain could at least be a little more symmetrical, I wouldn't mind if there was another exactly like it at a proportioned distance, to create a symmetry harmonious to the eye," he rambled, ever the loon. "Ah! Finally! Not a single loose thread on this one!" he announced brightly as he pulled out a black robe with a deep red and gold lining to emphasize his House pride. "They even kept a width consistency with the lining!" he added with a grin, as if this was something to get all teary-eyed over.

Amadeus snickered, remembering the incident at Florean's. "Such a pity, that is," He gestured towards the ice cream stain that was very prominent on Mathieu's chest. "I believe that was one of your favorite shirts." He commented as he began searching for ties. There were some rather lovely ones in royal and navy blue. Upon crossing one with silver lining, Deus became rather gleeful. Ravenclaw colors "for the win," as the peasants said. He had to resist laughing at Math's observations. He was too much of a perfectionist for his own good sometimes. Mathieu was always good for a bit of good banter. Pity he wasn't in Ravenclaw.

Soon draping a pair of trousers and a tie over his arm, he looked around. "I believe I'll need a pair of shoes and a shirt to go with this. I've given up on these shoddy cloaks." He threw the rack of cloaks a disdainful look, as if they had personally wronged him by being imperfect in their makes.

Hermione walked into Madame Malkins Robe Shop feeling the need to buy some new robes. She really had grown a considerable amount in the last year and really couldn't afford to go back to school with the same school robes. She walked over to the display and looked at all the different robes.

Before he was able to even SEE the light he could hear the sound of someone screaming. Where were they? GAH this dark robe made it impossible to see, he needed to poke his head THROUGH.

He was sure the screaming was coming from a girl. Either that or a really young boy. But seriously? Monster? They were freaking wizards, "monsters" weren't really what you would call out of the ordinary. "I'm not a monster!" Stop being a baby and help me out of this thing!" He called out to the random voice. The darkness GAH.

Getting up off the floor Callie dusted herself off and frowned at the "person" in a robe who was walking around pretending to be a monster and then yelling at her to help him. So he wasn't exactly yelling, but Callie like exaggerating.

She stood there deciding whether to help him, yeah she was pretty sure he was a boy, out of the robe or just skip off. He didn't know who she was, he didn't know what she looked like so he couldn't say anything if he did walk off but yeah she couldn't cause she still needed her robes. She started tugging at it. It wasn't coming off. She giggled. "Teehee. I think..I think its stuck." she said letting go of the robe and taking a few steps backwards. "And fyi. Im not a baby."

At the expression on the boy's face, Aliceara felt a wave of sympathy. And guilt. Especially as she knew she couldn't exactly answer the question that was asked, since she'd never actually had the need to look for second-hand robes. And even when she'd bought this shop, she hadn't really worried about learning the names of other shops. Not second-hand ones, at least, since she knew of a couple other robe shops. "I'm sorry," she said, "That is very nice of you to do, though. It's just unfortunate that I'm not familiar with any secondhand shops in the area. I understand your feelings however." She smiled a bit ruefully. "I wouldn't see it as exploiting my offer, either. I'd offered, so it's your right to take it if you want. Or your friend wants." She wasn't about to try and take all of someone's money. If there was a good reason, she could be very accomodating.

But then she heard a loud noise from elsewhere in the shop, and her head came up in curiosity to see a disaster several feet away in the shop. "Excuse me for a moment," she said then to the boy she'd been talking to, before calmly walking over.

"Are you alright?," Aliceara asked in concern as she arrived over to the fallen rack and looked down at the boy tangled up in the mess. Taking her wand out, she flicked it to right the rack, then let the robes all zoom back to hang neatly on it, deftly untangling from the boy and staying clear of him. Once that was complete, she reached a delicate hand down to help him up. "Perhaps you should be more careful," she said with a smile, then, once again checking the boy for injuries. "No harm done, though, it seems." She wouldn't have worried about the robes anyway, as it was easy to dust them off and make them look perfect again. Customers getting injured in her shop was another story.

Pffft. They sent Alexa to do her shopping. Aiden didn't bother hiding his eye roll. "Of course you did." He took a scarf off the hook and flipped it around his neck. Good, it wasn't one of those itchy scarves. "Shopping for robes is easy, though.." Might as well just do it yourself.

He nodded. The 'jigglypuff' was at home. heh. With Xio? Sheeesh. The poor Pygmy Puff. "Let's hope Xio doesn't do anything to it."

"Oh, shut up."She said with a light shove. Sav was spoiled and he knew it, he knew it VERY well actually. Heh. Alexa had a job and that was her job, to do tasks for the Conrads. "Yes, well I was busy with Kody."Savannah stated with a nod. They were doing much more important stuff like tanning...and sprinkling glitter and tanning...and looking at cute boys. Hehh.

Savannah shot a glare at Aiden, watching him put the scarf on, "Don't even mention that brat's name."Sav growled, thinking of her wonderful little sister. Bah, she was such a brat even Aiden agreed. "Thank merlin she is going to Beauxbatons this year."Cause Savannah was SURE she would have gotten drived insane if she attended Hogwarts.

She shoved him and Aiden simply grinned and shook his head; he was used to this abuse from her. "Busy with Kody. Right." In other words, she was shoe shopping and scouting for boys. Oh? Savannah was pretty touchy about Xiomara today. More than usual, at least. "What's she been doing to you?" He slipped the scarf off of his neck leisurely dropped it atop Sav's head, covering her eyes. Hm.. he didn't need too much else. His eyes scanned the racks of robes.

"You like it when I play rough."She grinned, looking at him. She punched him...AGAIN.She felt abusive today and Ai was here soooooo....he was going to get beat up on. SHOULDN'T HE FEEL LUCKY ?! Cause he should. Aiden should be lucky her hands even did touch him."We needed to work on our tans."Savannah said in a VERY serious voice. Tanning was serious buisness of her and Kody, Aiden knew this too. Hehh.



"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey...."Savannah said, after he dropped the scarf on her head. Common Sense would have lead her to take it off but she wanted to whine and act all pouty and cute. "I can't see now."Cue the pouting. WAIIIIIIT. He couldn't SEE her adorable pouting because her face was covered !??! Eh. Oh well. Oh yeah ? Xiomara. *snort*

"She's just been so much more annoying lately."Maybe it was because the house was nearly packed up and they were going to live some where else soon ? Savannah didn't know.

Pfft. Give her an inch and she'll take a mile. "Don't flatter yourself." Although it was fairly amusing. He was sifting through the robes when she impulsively stuck him again. "Oi," he waggled a finger at her. "Don't you think you've done enough beating up on me today?" First the shoes, now the fists.

He rolled his eyes. Again. But he smirked and pulled the scarf off of her head. "Oh no, your precious hair is messed up." Hahhh. He threw the scarf onto his shoulder. Xiomara was even more annoying than usual? Eh. That must've been hell. "Thank Merlin she's your sister." He was lucky to have Madison.

She winked at him, still smirking."You know it's true."She said watching him grin. Savannah could like read minds, well Aiden's mind anyway. This was what happened when you knew someone for too long. "Your even grinning toooooo....."Savannah said watching him, her hand on her hip. Oh that grin, what a perfect grin. It was almost as perfect as HER grin.

Giggle.

"No."Savannah stated, simply. "As my male friend who isn't my boyfriend..."Cause if he was her boyfriend, she wouldn't beat him up as much, instead she would attack him with snogs and stuffs. "It's my job to beat you up."Plain and simple.

......"I dont think you know how important this is to me."She said while pointing at her hair, a grin on her face. Her hair was pure epicness, it had it's own personality. "No, I wish she was someone else's sister..."Cause then SAv wouldn't have to deal with her.