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PhoenixRising · 04-14-2026, 02:15 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Madam Malkin’s had a rhythm to it. It wasn't obvious at first glance, what with the racks crowding the space and the heavy furniture placed just so, but it was here tucked beneath the surface.

There was something almost sylvan in the space itself, the dense arrangement of racks and dark wood, the way everything pressed in just enough to create narrow paths rather than open aisles. It wasn't cluttered so much as overgrown and Jae moved through it accordingly, weaving with an ease that suggested he knew how to navigate tighter living spaces.

Or, simply was, a performer for every occasion.

A step, a pivot, a slow drag of his fingers along a rack of robes as he passed, weight shifting seamlessly from one foot to the other like he was marking time to music only he could hear. His shoulder dipped as he angled past a display, turning just enough to avoid brushing it, the motion smooth like silk.

The extra bench presses and chin-ups had been working.

His gaze skimmed over the selection, expression thoughtful but occasionally teetering on snobbish. He really couldn't help but noticed certain things ― cut, fabric, structure, the way something sat on a hanger versus how it would actually move on a body. And, frankly… There were moments where the British wizarding world felt just a touch behind.

"Mm," he hummed under his breath, pausing in front of a set of dress robes, thumb and forefinger pinching lightly at the fabric before letting it fall back into place. "Bit safe, aren't we?"

Maybe he should have gone to the thrift shops instead. Those usually had more eclectic options that he vibed with much more.

A faint exhale left him as he shifted again, stepping sideways into the aisle with a soft turn that sent the hem of his own oversized black cardigan swaying just slightly.

France had been… different. Bolder lines. More willingness to play with silhouette. Movement that invited attention rather than settling politely into the background. Still. That didn’t mean there wasn’t anything here worth working with.

Jae reached for a hanger, sliding it free with an easy flick of his wrist before holding it up briefly, gaze narrowing as he imagined the way it would fall in motion. A step back. A shift of weight. A half-turn.

The robe he'd plucked from the rack was a deep, inky charcoal... the sort that was dark enough to read as black at a glance, but with just enough undertone to catch the light when it moved. It was cut slimmer than most of the stock around it, the lines clean and tailored through the torso before loosening slightly toward the hem. When he shifted, it responded easily, the hem giving a quiet, fluid sway rather than hanging heavy and still.

"You...aren't half bad," he murmured.

The train to London was an easy enough commute for Bee, but the problem was now that she was sixteen it meant she was entrusted with the care of her younger brother. Fortunately she mostly enjoyed his company and she'd been provided with school supply money from their parents, so she really couldn't complain. Except she really didn't want the responsibility of anyone but herself.

Dropping him off at Floreans to pick up their new books, Bee headed in the direction of Malkins thinking she could do with some new robes. Particularly was interested in more sporty robes, as now that she had her footing on this side of the pond she was tempted to go for her house team.

She glanced at a boy around her age, inspecting a monotonous robe. "A bit dark, for my taste, I think a darker brown would suit your eyes more." She said nonchalantly, hoping that neither he nor the shopkeeper minded her opinion. And if they did, well, too bad because she'd given it regardless.

04-14-2026, 02:15 AM	#75 (permalink)
PhoenixRising Quintaped Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in my head [GMT-6] Posts: 59,295 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ayden Diggory-Keighley (#07ad01) Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Levi Draguar (#062807) Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Kara Walsh (#aa1506) Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tiffany Rose Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Bailey Crawford (#bb04bc) Hufflepuff Sixth Year x12 x8	*dips toes in with new girlie* ❄ Chasing Waterfalls & Wonder ❄ \| Mama Badger \| Eva's Soul Sister \| An OG™ \| It's all in the Numbers Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Madam Malkin’s had a rhythm to it. It wasn't obvious at first glance, what with the racks crowding the space and the heavy furniture placed just so, but it was here tucked beneath the surface. There was something almost sylvan in the space itself, the dense arrangement of racks and dark wood, the way everything pressed in just enough to create narrow paths rather than open aisles. It wasn't cluttered so much as overgrown and Jae moved through it accordingly, weaving with an ease that suggested he knew how to navigate tighter living spaces. Or, simply was, a performer for every occasion. A step, a pivot, a slow drag of his fingers along a rack of robes as he passed, weight shifting seamlessly from one foot to the other like he was marking time to music only he could hear. His shoulder dipped as he angled past a display, turning just enough to avoid brushing it, the motion smooth like silk. The extra bench presses and chin-ups had been working. His gaze skimmed over the selection, expression thoughtful but occasionally teetering on snobbish. He really couldn't help but noticed certain things ― cut, fabric, structure, the way something sat on a hanger versus how it would actually move on a body. And, frankly… There were moments where the British wizarding world felt just a touch behind. "Mm," he hummed under his breath, pausing in front of a set of dress robes, thumb and forefinger pinching lightly at the fabric before letting it fall back into place. "Bit safe, aren't we?" Maybe he should have gone to the thrift shops instead. Those usually had more eclectic options that he vibed with much more. A faint exhale left him as he shifted again, stepping sideways into the aisle with a soft turn that sent the hem of his own oversized black cardigan swaying just slightly. France had been… different. Bolder lines. More willingness to play with silhouette. Movement that invited attention rather than settling politely into the background. Still. That didn’t mean there wasn’t anything here worth working with. Jae reached for a hanger, sliding it free with an easy flick of his wrist before holding it up briefly, gaze narrowing as he imagined the way it would fall in motion. A step back. A shift of weight. A half-turn. The robe he'd plucked from the rack was a deep, inky charcoal... the sort that was dark enough to read as black at a glance, but with just enough undertone to catch the light when it moved. It was cut slimmer than most of the stock around it, the lines clean and tailored through the torso before loosening slightly toward the hem. When he shifted, it responded easily, the hem giving a quiet, fluid sway rather than hanging heavy and still. "You...aren't half bad," he murmured. The train to London was an easy enough commute for Bee, but the problem was now that she was sixteen it meant she was entrusted with the care of her younger brother. Fortunately she mostly enjoyed his company and she'd been provided with school supply money from their parents, so she really couldn't complain. Except she really didn't want the responsibility of anyone but herself. Dropping him off at Floreans to pick up their new books, Bee headed in the direction of Malkins thinking she could do with some new robes. Particularly was interested in more sporty robes, as now that she had her footing on this side of the pond she was tempted to go for her house team. She glanced at a boy around her age, inspecting a monotonous robe. "A bit dark, for my taste, I think a darker brown would suit your eyes more." She said nonchalantly, hoping that neither he nor the shopkeeper minded her opinion. And if they did, well, too bad because she'd given it regardless. __________________ ___________________You should take your little finger and just point it in the mirror. ________________________________________Baby, maybe you're the problem ✯