Once inside the shop, Daphne released the other girl's elbow. She sighed in annoyance as one hand flew up to tuck a lose strand hair between her ear. Her ponytail had a flaw! It was imperfect! This wouldn't do. Craning her neck, she tried to spot a mirror within the shop, only managing to find the socks section. "Maybe the ribbons are over," paused Miss Hopton to raise her hand and flick a finger in the general direction where her amber eyes were focused on. "There."

Celandine turned to look at Daphne inquisitively at the annoyed sigh, not actually registering the annoyed part. "Maybe." Cela agreed cheerfully and after a moment dived amongst the clothing racks.

She reappeared momentarily amongst a rack of dress robes, her face pulled into a slight frown before disappearing again.

"Socks." Celandine's voice was muffled, "Socks are kind of cool." But totally not what they came for; concentrate on the task at hand!

"By the counter maybe... yes! Hair ribbons, Daphne!" Celandine marched up to Daphne and tapped her on the shoulder, gesturing at the display at the counter. It was limited but they were surprisingly nice.

As soon as Celandine disappeared between the racks, Daphne hurried towards the nearest dirty mirror. The blond girl wrinkled her nose at it before tilting her chin down, hazel eyes looking up the detect the source of the flaw in her ponytail. Unhappy, she simply removed the hairband and undid her ponytail.

"They should make them more noticeable!" whined the young lady using her hands to press her hair back before slipping the headband on, meticulously pushing it back assuring herself that no hair was out of place. "Have an entire wall of them!" declared the stout Gryffindor gathering up her hair to wrap a band around it, forming a low sideways ponytail. It didn't occur to Daphne that not everyone was interested in purchasing fancy pretty ribbons.

Turning around as she felt someone tap her, Daphne stared wide-eyed at the selection of ribbons Celandine was pointing out to her. "Ohhh!" she cooed, inching forward. "They're much prettier than I expected," declared Miss Hopton one hand flying to her chest. "I really like this mint colored one," murmured Daphne turning to look over her shoulder at Cel. "I think it'll look good on you. Well...come here!" exclaimed Daphne finally tugging on Cela's hand.

"They are." Cela agreed before allowing Daphne to tug her over to the display, "Mint." Candies. Mint flavoured candies. Nom. "It's pretty." Celandine agreed, tentatively reaching out a finger and stroking the ribbon, "Do you like the satin or the velvet?" Cela asked, transferring her finger to stroke one of each variety, including a rather frightening lurid orange number that Cela wouldn't wear but found intriguing anyhow.

Daphne hummed as she leaned back, taping her lips with one finger. Usually, she'd go for the satin but this wasn't a ribbon she was suggesting for herself and Miss Hopton had to take Celandine's personality into consideration. "Maayybee," hesitated the Gryffindor reaching out to touch the velvet mint ribbon between her fingers. "Do you think satin would be too much for Hogwarts?"

Too much. Hah. It made Daphne giggle. Suddenly her eyes landed on a repugnant fluorescent yellow colored hairy ribbon. It was like animal fur...cut in thin strips. "Oh...Merlin," remarked Daphne aghast, mouth open in shock, face contorted in disgust. "What is that? Is it even leeegal? It should be outlawed. Banned from being marketable!"

Cela appeared to contemplate the question seriously. What was too much for Hogwarts? Her ruminations were interrupted by one of Daphne's trademark exclamations of horror. Celandine leaned forward to peer at the thing, steeled herself and bravely reached out a finger to touch it.

It didn't do anything.

It was just a hair ribbon.

"You know, someone should have told Plymouth about the market for unusual hair ribbons; he'd have made a fortune." Cela mused, a delicate smile playing about her lips.

"Ohh!" Cela nudged the furry yellow thing aside and hooked a pretty pink ribbon in satin, crosslaced with velvet and edged in gold thread, "Pretty!" She pulled it out and held it up for Daphne to inspect.

Daphne's attempts to stop Celandine from touching such hideous ribbon were for naught, and she flinched when Cel's delicate finger made contact--except nothing happened. Letting out a relieved sigh, Miss Hopton slouched slightly before she realized her mistake and corrected her stance immediately.

Especially at the mention of Plymouth Morgan. "Morgan," spoke Daphne with a chuckle, hooking an opaque creme and gold stripy ribbon with her finger. "That boy--has he finally gotten rid of that unsightly ear hair?" squeaked the girl frowning down at what seemed a defective piece of merchandise. Promptly, she released it. "I thought I'd have coronary--" cut off by Celandine's exclamation, Daphne gasped and reached out to touch the ribbon as well. "That's the one!" declared Daphne positively. "We should get enough for both of us..." stopping short, she blushed and smiled sinking into her shrugging shoulders. "That is...if you want...we can always keep looking for one that suits your tastes better..."

"It did look a bit horrible." Cela agreed, "But he was still Plymouth underneath all of that. He..." Celandine hesitated, "He... wrote me a poem." Celandine immediately focused all her attention on the pink hair ribbon and nodded in agreement, "Oh it would be so neat to have the same hair ribbons!"

Then Daphne Hopton would be stuck having Celandine Toussaint as her friend for life.

Again, Daphne chuckled as she took the ribbon from Celandine's hand and measured how much they needed using the length of her arm. "Well, I suppose, as far as Plymouth goes," whispered the girl. It wasn't that she disliked Morgan! In fact, she liked him just fine. She liked him even better when wasn't flirting with everything within sight. It was so unbecoming. "Excuse me! A little help here!" called Daphne to the nearest clerk as she gestured to her friend and the ribbon. The scrawny clerk made some kind of funny face and proceeded to cut some cloth by the fabrics area. "Well, I'll say--" huffed the blond in annoyance before actually catching the rest of Celandine's words. "HUH?!"

What's this foolish nonsense about Plymouth Morgan writing Celandine Toussaint a poem?!

"Why in the sparkly magical world would he do that?" interrogated Daphne, making a face unbeknown to her. "And wouldn't it?" found herself exclaiming, not realizing how easily her little Ravenclaw friend could distract her. "I think we'd look cute."

Heh. Cute. At the thought, Daphne reached out and ran her fingers through her hair.

Celandine nodded, eyes on the ribbon, "Maybe we should get extra." Cela mused.

Not that Cela could imagine either Allie or Jillian getting as excited over pink hair ribbons as she and Daphne. But then... Cela was fairly certain she could convince them if she wanted to. But then it wouldn't be special. It wouldn't be just her and Daphne. Hmm.

Celandine looked up at the sales clerk who practically dropped what she was doing in a rush to get over to them.

"BecausehekissedmeandhefeltbadcosIsaiditwasawasteo fafirstkissandhesaiditwasn't." Cela explained in a rush before latching on to ribbon talk once again, "We would look cute."

Cela turned to the clerk, ignoring Daphne measuring the ribbon out, "We'll get all of it."

Daphne mused over the prices of the ribbon. Considering it wasn't even top notch quality, Gladrags was overpricing them. Miss Hopton almost had the mind to tell them so--almost. Instead, she continued to measure out the ribbon against her arm, and making a sort of lasso with it in her hand. Slowly, little by little, she wasn't realizing she was taking everything.

"Hmm, what was that again, Cel?" spoke Daphne holding up the ribbon to her eyes for closer inspection. "Who kissed who? And then it wasn't?" Daphne tilted her head at Celandine, not quite comprehending what the girl was trying to tell her. "You really shouldn't jumble all your words together like that...All of it?!" exclaimed Daphne with a yelp. "Wouldn't that be overdoing it? What can we do with all the ribbon? It's not like you're out to impre--"

Hmm. Wait a stinking flobberworm minute. Daphne took two steps towards Celandine and stared at her dubiously. Backtracking on their conversation, Daphne tried to make sense of Cel's jumbled words.

Plymouth wrote her a poem. She had asked Cela why would Morgan even do that and Cel had said...because...kissed...first...said it wasn't.

Although, it wasn't enough to form an entire sentence, it was enough to make Daphne reach out for the counter, clench it with her might and, bang her head once against it. "Celandine...what do you mean....kissed?" If she was lucky, Cel's idea of kiss was far-fetched and peculiar.

Like, swapping straws or something.

Oh. Okay. Actually... Cela was kind of relieved at the prospect of sharing the Plymouth situation with a friend her age. Probably part of what had made her go off at Garret; considering there was no way telling him would be a good idea. He'd probably laugh at her.

"He kissed me." Cela clarified, "He picked me up and spun me around -like they do in muggle movies- and kissed me. But it was really fast and not as good as it should have been. So I said it was a waste. But he didn't think so." Cela mulled over this for a moment before nodding at Daphne's exclamation, "All of it. We just use what we want and get rid of the rest so nobody else can have the same pretty ribbon and look cute like us. Actually," Cela paused and looked at the clerk, "Who makes it? We'll buy them out."

With that statement, Celandine made it abundantly clear that she had her own brand of spoiled brat in her, a ridiculous amount of money, and family that wouldn't bat an eye at her request.

She obviously got it from somewhere.

"Kissed," Celandine turned back to Daphne, "on the lips. I don't know what... I think kisses are kind of like candy?" Cela paused to see if Daphne was listening, "Like, in general all candy is awesome, some of it is sweeter than others and some of it is hot and spicy and a bit unique. And candy is addictive. Especially when it is smooth like chocolate. I need to do some more research though, but thats okay because Nicholai has lots of special friends who I can talk to. I've already asked Anna and Kayla."

Celandine chewed on her lip uncertainly for a moment, "And Plymouth called me his girlfriend and promised he'd do it better next time."

Daphne stood up to actually look at Celandine as she retold her story, not wanting to be too rude. A hand managed to reach her open mouth in slow motion, aware she was looking like an idiot as she gawked at Cela.

Just like muggle movies.

Turning to the clerk, Daphne raised a finger to give some kind of bossy order but only managed to stutter then wave her off to finish bagging their purchase. "That's..." very cunning, in fact, thought Daphne briefly before her mind was brought back to the kissing subject and how it was Celandine and Plymouth Morgan. What was her world coming to? "A brilliant idea," finished Daphne and waved the clerk away once more, irritation sneaking into her shocked face. "You heard her. We'll be buying everything." Now, shoo!

Taking a deep breath, Daphne attempted to absorb Celandine's Candy Kisses Theory. It worked fine, if you thought of it from Celandine's perspective who for her, candy was a big part of who she was. For Daphne, however, it really wasn't hitting home.

"Alright," drawled Daphne nervously twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. "I understand..." kinda. "Thing is...Morgan?!" squeaked Daphne loudly, inadvertently tugging on her hair. Groaning in pain she released her hair which had become tangled from rapid finger movement. "I mean...That's great, Celandine. " Right? "However..." Nicholai is going to have a brotherly tantrum of epic proportions when he finds out. "You should be careful not to do a whole lot of research," nodded Daphne along, placing one hand on Cel's arm. "Like you said, it can be addicting...addictions aren't healthy."


The whole girlfriend bit--Daphne chose to ignore for the time for her well being. It was--irritating, and making her left brow twitch for unknown reasons. She much rather think of the ribbon. "Excuse me," she called out to the clerk irately, taking out her frustration on her. "Are you done? We're kind of in a hurry."

Cela smiled absently at the clerk, before counting out the galleons needed to purchase all of the pink ribbon.

She sighed in relief as Daphne said she understood, "Yes. Plymouth is kind of pretty. Almost as pretty as Co... " Celandine cut herself off as she stared at Daphne in growing alarm; was she okay?

"Is it great?" Celandine asked somewhat doubtfully, gesturing at the Clerk to give the bag of ribbon to Daphne when she had finished. Cela listened to Daphne's advice and repeated, "Addictions aren't healthy," weighting the words as if they were a mantra. "But... by research... you mean too much kissing or asking all of Nicholai's friends?"

Socially inexperienced as she was, Daphne knew it would be improper to explode into an emotional bio bomb at this moment. Especially if she took into consideration that, of the few people she had managed to acknowledge Celandine was even one of the fewer she could call friend. A friend despite all her short comings.

Instead, Miss Hopton shut her eyes briefly and imagined a small pink box in the middle of an empty field in spring. Flagrant flowers in bloom in every corner, mystical baby unicorns prancing alongside their horsey cousins and brothers and sisters....only....for the box to blow up so epically, that all Daphne could see was a giant hot pink cloud of hormones.

Opening her eyes, Daphne was stunned to find herself still in front of a talking Celandine.

"Oh," interjected the girl dumbly before catching her step and finding her place once more into the conversation. "Thank you," mumbled Daphne to the clerk taking the bag and turning to begin walking towards the door. "I mean!" began Daphne loudly as her shoulders twitched.

Breathe, she told herself taking another step. "Precisely, that...the kissing. You must be careful with it. Too much is just as bad as too little, at least that's what Davis always says." Except, Daphne was pretty sure Davis wasn't thinking about kisses whenever he uttered that. "And as for asking Nicholai's friennnndsss," drawled the blond holding the door open for Celandine. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Too much is as bad as too little?" Cela repeated incredulously, "just how much kissing do you do, Daphne Hopton?" Celandine mentally tried to calculate how one would go about finding a balance between too much and too little. Nope it was no good. Research was the only way. "Why not?" Cela paused as Daphne held the door, "I already talked to Anna, and accidentally talked to Kayla; I figure that I'll ask Camira and Evolette and Mari next." Cela paused and looked at Daphne for a minute, "Who else did he kiss? I think I'll ask all of them." Cela stepped into the street, pausing to wait for Daphne and offering her arm to link.

Barry entered the store, expecting to see the girls shopping, cloths were always what they were atracted to. But no such luck, he was about to run out of the store when his owl flew towards him, he had a letter from dad. Unimportant now. He tore off a blank peice of paper from the quill and scribbled down a note
Barry then furiously tore off the article from the quil that Garret had written and rolled them up gave it to his owl and then let it fly, the letter made him seem calmer then he was. He then himself left the store.

Th

Cadence walked through the door with Set, and her eyes were immediately drown to the beautifully designed dress robes. Her eyes fell on a dark blue one and she reached a out a hand to delicately touch the fabric. Aren't these beautiful? she asked Set, still examining the dress robes that had caught her eye.

"Definitly, you want it?" he asked her. He thought it was cute! and of course, anything is even cuter on her!

Oh, Set, no. I mean, that's really sweet, but they're expensive, and I don't really have an occasion to wear them for. No, it's really okay. she replied, slightly taken aback.

"Ok, if you say so?" Set said. He wanted to do nice things for her. He really liked, no loved her! "OOOOOO... look at this wizard hat!"

Cadence smiled at him while he admired the wizard hat, a bit lost in her own little world, thinking about him and about all that had happened in the past few months. November was almost over, and December would be here soon, along with her first Christmas without her parents. Umm... Set... Cadence said, trying to sound casual as she pretended to examine a scarf hanging nearby. Are you... gonna go home for the Christmas holidays?

"No, my mum says I should experience the fullness of the wizarding world for my first year...or something like that! Then, she says, i'll be wanting to stay for the holiday's cause I wont't want to leave the fun! She still thinks I'll like all this magic over her, but I still enjoy me mum's company! How about you?" Set asked.

She smiled when he said he'd be staying, but then frowned slightly as he asked whether she would be staying or not. Where would I go? she asked him seriously.