Freya entered the shop, instantly heading toward a section of darker clothes that didn't show off too much. She sorted through a few things and hated each item. 'Why can't muggles just wear what I do? Problem solved!'

She searched around some more, but almost every lower piece was either a skirt or jeans. Well, there was no way on Earth that Freya was going to wear a skirt...and the ones here were too short anyway. She'd look like a giraffe walking around, and that wasn't a way to blend in.
Getting slightly frustrated, (due to the fact that the poor thing hated clothes shopping in the first place) Freya grabbed a dark top and dark jeans; both of which had what looked like slash marks in them, like the one who wore them beforehand had been chased down and attacked.

"As though I don't have enough robes looking like this already." Freya huffed again and continued to look...it wasn't easy finding clothes that would fit her height, even if they were tailored magically.