Victoire took a quick glance in the mirror and spoke, "This is lovely; it works just fine." Slipping out of his grasp, she made her way to the dressing room and quickly changed into her winter clothes before removing herself and all of the dresses from the small stall. Putting the undesirables back on a nearby rack, she smiled as she gazed at the purple dress. "Whoever knew that you had such taste?" She laughed softly as she made her way over to the clerk at the register. After paying the reasonable sum and grasping the paper bag firmly in her hand, Victoire reached out her free hand to take Matt's as she made her way towards the door. The flurry of snow seemed to be worsening by the minute. It was a wonder that the carolers remained rooted to their spot. Someone in the group of carolers looked familiar from behind, but Victoire couldn't quite tell who it was. Maybe a familiar Gryffindor.