Twilfit and Tattings Upscale Robes
 

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Someone once said detail is the difference between ordinary and extraordinary. The owners of Twilfit and Tattings invite you, the pure and true witches and wizards, to experience a world of timeless luxury. This upscale robes boutique is designed to dazzle and mystify the most choosy and finicky of pureblood wizard and witches. A sign on the counter states:

"Purebloods will think this shop,
has nothing but the cream of the crop,
but if your blood is not pure,
you'll be banished from here for sure."

Once you're done here, why not check out the rest of Knockturn Alley? Or you know, leave while you still can.

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Items and Services
Robes

• Speciality Robes - 17 galleons
• Dress Robes - 15 galleons
• Work Robes - 14 galleons
• School Robes - 13 galleons
• Cloaks - 6 galleons

Miscellaneous

• Hats - 15 sickles
• Scarves - 13 sickles
• Gloves - 11 sickles
• Socks - 9 sickles

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This shop is NOT STAFFED.

Rebecca slipped into the robes shop and instantly headed to the racks of dress robes. Daddy was throwing a party, and so she needed new clothes. Muggle things woulnd't do, even if they were Prada, unfortunately. She browsed through the robes, occasionally pulling out the prettier ones and draping them over her arm to try on. She glanced down once she had about five or six sets, and then walked over to the display of scarves. She loved a good scarf, especially pretty, silky, floaty ones.

Dianna Knotting had been meaning to stop by and buy new robes, but she hadn't had the time. Today though, she made the time, her tummy was quite large as she was pregnant with twins, she definitely needed new robes, her normal ones were too small now. Entering the shop she walked at a decent pace towards the dress robes, she began looking through them pulling out only a couple that she found quite impressive. Noticing another woman, Dianna nodded her head once to the woman as if she was saying hello, and walked around her to continue her shopping.

Leonidas heard about the end of the year ball, and decided to buy Benjamin and his muggle-born girlfriend the appropriate clothes for this occassion. The best place he knew to go was Twifit and Tanttings. He walked inside the shop and looked around. It had been a long while since he had bought clothes of any kind for a female. But he'd seen a picture of the young girl and knew about what to get her to make her look like the bell of the ball. Benjamin had told him about his mothers jewelry that he had given the girl for her birthday, and had to admit that emerald green looked stupendous on her. He grabbed a green dress fit for a queen. He then turned towards the dress robes for men and boys and immediately grabbed a green silk shirt, a black silk tie, a vest, and a longer black robe with green stripes going down it. It was a nice robe for Benjamin. He then went on to look for something nice to wear to the celebration for Lord Berty Borr. he found exactly what he needed, and gave the woman behind the counter fifty galleons and told her to keep the change and walked out. He sent the kids clothes to them by way of owl post.

it's been awhile since Virgo decided to go shopping again. Her mom hasn't been going shopping for clothes with her lately. She entered the shop and she felt happy with it. She loves the smell of authentic clothes made by witches.

She strolled around and grabbed a black robe. It was magnificently created. She loved it. Although she no longer needs the robe, so she put it back and went to the area where the scarves, hats and gloves were placed.

She took out a silky black scarf that looked great on her. It was pretty useful for winter. Then she took black gloves that goes well with her scarf.
"this would make a great pair" she smiled. She's been eying on a great wardrope for her first day of work. She's sooo excited to buy the scarf and the gloves.

Cinnammooo
 

Dora had taken a corner and then a left and then a right and somehow she'd ended up.. here. She bit her lower lip and clutched her purse tighter to herself in fear.

Where was she?!

Batting bright blue eyes at the people in the store, she carefully peeled open the door and trembled slightly. It was scary in here!

Ivan had been need of some fancy new expensive wizard robes to go along with his expensive suits. Looking through some black ones since he did look awfully good in black he turned around when he saw the door open.

Seeing the scared looking girl walk in he stopped looking through clothes and walked over to her, "You alright there?" He didn't see what all the hype was about down here. Seemed if you acted like you were scared you were an easy target and he never was scared.

She wanted her Mummy and Ben and Starie Belle, her 'my little pony' horse. All she wanted to do was sit down and plait it's pink fluoro hair. Now she was stuck in a weird place with scary witches with huge hats and long dresses. The fashion was medieval.

Sacrilege!

The girl pouted and bit her thumb looking petrified.

She jumped a little when someone spoke and turned to see a boy. A young boy. A young perfectly normal looking human being. She let out a HUGE breath of air and pulled him into a hug.

"No.." She mumbled, her bottom lip jutting out.

"I'm lost.. "

Ivan eyed the girl curiously. She didn't look much younger than he was. Seeing her jump he was about to apologize when she startled him by giving him a hug.

"I...um..." he cleared his throat and looked down at her. "Well I can help you. I was just down here buying some robes." He looked down at her to see her clearly upset and wrapped his own arms around her in a hug to comfort her since she didn't seem to be letting go of him. "Well where are you heading?"

Dora pouted as the guy looked her over. "Dora. Isadora, actually but Dora for short. Dora, for you." Only Eirian called her Dora and he was a big moomoo.

"What's your name?" *blink*

ROBES? Her big, blue eyes blinked at him. She pivoted on the spot and looked back at him. "These robes are.. nice." She nodded and tried to look sincere but, really, she didn't look convinced.

Oh. She was still hugging him. She burst out in nervous giggles and mumbled a muffled apology.

"Home." *pout*

Oh right he hadn't introduced himself. Well he didn't have much chance to but...right... "I'm Ivan. Dora, pleasure to meet you." Why didn't she like Isadora? He thought that was a nice name.

Smiling after she let him go he laughed, "No worries. But some of these are kind of cool." He pulled out one of the black ones he'd been looking at and held it up to him. "Kind of retro in a way."

"Well anyway, suppose I better lead you up to Diagon Alley." He placed the robes back on the rack and walked back over to her. "Want to get some ice cream with me?" He might as well since he was going back up there anyway.

Ivan. Dora tilted her head to the side and looked at him. A sharp finger came up and poked him in the chest. "..I like it. Can I call you Ivy?" BEAM! "No.. wait, I like Batman better. You look a bit like him. All handsome and mysterious." She grinned and twirled a piece of hair around her finger.

"You're practically my HERO." She smiled adoringly up at him and then frowned suddenly. "..you do know how to get out of here, right?" Because he would be a pretty shoddy hero if he didn't.

Kind of cool? Dora resisted the urge to pull a face. That would be mean and he'd just saved her from certain doom/fashion death. It was fair that she should at least try and respect his choice in fashion. Even if it was a horrible one. She looked at the one's he was showing and nodded. "Right. Retro's in now.. sort of. I don't think Dior had cauldron's in mind when they brought back retro." She shrugged. Her mummy had always told her to say nothing when you had nothing nice to say.

Dora blinked. He supposed? She pouted at him. "You have to! I'll get lost and Mummy will get worried." She nodded and ran up to him, linking her arms around his. "Don't let go. I don't wanna get lost.. again." Wibble. She eyed him seriously, blue eyes big and innocent.

"Yea. You're paying."

And suddenly she was all smiles.

BEAM.

Really? A nickname? And her finger kind of hurt when she poked him. "Only if I can call you Dory," he said cheekily. "Personally I like your full first name. Sounds kind of...exotic. Wait...batman? "Without the throaty gravel voice?" he asked with a smirk as he watched her. She was kind of adorable

Raising an eyebrow he shook his head, "Nope not a clue," he said teasingly. "Of course I know how to get out of here. I did walk down here." She had so much faith in his skills.

He laughed at her attempt to diplomatically tell him no it wasn't cool without actually saying that. Before he could hold his arm up for her to grab she had already linked their arms and he laughed again. "I've got you. No worries," he said glancing at her and seeing the look on her face. Her eyes were so blue.... He pulled his eyes away from hers and smiled, "Of course I'm paying. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't going to pay."

Guiding her to the door he held it open and smiled. "We'll go eat some ice cream and go find your mum in that order." And he had a lovely new female friend. Well much better than the end of last term that was for sure. "What's your favourite flavour?"

Dory. She giggled. "Most people do. Not very creative, are you?" She'd had Bubbles and 'the girl that dumped her boyfriend because he wouldn't get married' and Sparkles and Barbie.. but Dory was practically Dorie which was practically Dora. But she didn't mind. She kind of liked it. She beamed at the compliment. "Kind of exotic? Ooh. I like it." She giggled. "The gravelly voice is hot," She mused with a cheeky smile.

Her jaw literally dropped when he said he didn't and she was about to start crying when he spoke and she breathed out in relief. "Lawdy, Ivan, you scared the living bejesus out of me! I'm really scared and you're making a laugh." She pouted at him reproachfully. "Meaniemoo," She mumbled, pinching him in the arm lightly.

When he laughed, effectively catching her out, she flushed a magenta colour and looked down at her feet. "They're not too bad," She tried. She smiled despite herself and clutched a little tighter. He was HERO!man. For the moment. These boys around Diagon Alley were adorably handsome and incredibly eager to save you from peril. Whether that be a graze or getting lost in a creepy place.

She beamed. "Wonderful, Batman." She clapped her hands together and smiled. "I spent my last galleons on a pair of shoes." Whoopsies.

And he was a gentleman! Dora squealed internally. These English boys were incredible. *giggle*

"Fairy floss." NOM.

Hmph. He could be creative if he wanted to. Whatever. "I was thinking of that muggle movie. Finding Nemo or whatever it is." He had to watch some earlier this summer thanks to his new baby cousins. "I think I'll call you Isadora. I like that better." Didn't sound as...childish. He laughed and shook his head, "Just the voice is hot? Not sure I can do the gravelly voice though but I can pretend."

"I'm sorry," he said remorsefully. He hadn't meant to actually upset her but rather to make her laugh. He let the door close behind him and looked down the alley to make sure no one was being suspicious.

What was with girls and shoes...and nicknames. Please let that one not stick. Though there were worse things he could be called he was sure. "Fairy floss?" he asked as he started walking away from the shop. "Not sure I've had that one before."

ooc: needs to be moved lol

*Matilda entered the shop because she really had to buy her first year school robes and all other first years school clothes*

Matilda: I wonder where might to shopkeeper be.

Beth entered the shop and the first thing she noticed was the sign.

"Purebloods will think this shop,
has nothing but the cream of the crop,
but if your blood is not pure,
you'll be banished from here for sure."

She frowned, assuming no-one would be able to tell she was muggle born. She was fifteen, and had never been mistreated about it so far. Then again, she'd only found out she was a witch two months ago...

She went over to a rack and loooked at the robes casually.

Beth half turned around and noticed a tall and fairly creepy man watching her. She edged away uncomfortably from him. She was fifteen, after all! She shouldn't be scared of strangers... But he was just weird.

So she decided to do what her cousin Skye would advise her to. Psyche him out by speaking to him. So she took a few steps closer and said,

"Er... um, are you looking at me, erm, for a reason?" She said, doing her best to be confident.

The lanky man took in a long, silent breath, and lifted his head, almost looking down his nose at the girl. He remembered, of course, that he was still "new" to Knockturn Alley. He hadn't been here in years, and, thus, had no right to act like he owned the place. But it had also been quite some time since someone had addressed him so formally. Abandoning the suit he had been inspecting, he took a few steps across the shop, but didn't care to come too close.

"Are you here for a reason?," he asked quietly, his voice not threatening, but eerily smooth and calm. "It must be a very, very good reason for one such as yourself, against all advisability and warning, to boldly and without regard to consequences, venture into a place where you clearly are. Not. Wanted. Or welcome."

Although he wasn't completely turning his attention to the woman who had entered, he did look up and give a small bow out of old-fashioned respect. "Ma'am," he greeted quietly, then stood straight once more, looking down at the girl.

Carina swept into the robes shop that the nice gentleman had suggested she check out. Ooooh! How lovely it seemed! Much nicer than the street itself, which was a bit dodgy... at best. Oh well. She had not been in London in AGES, she supposed the advice of a lovely man on the street was better than nothing.

Oh well that lady looked like she knew where she was going... Carina followed after her, her heels clicking as she picked up her step. "Oh! I just knew you were going for the dress robes! Glad I picked you to follow!" she said with a smile as she stepped up to a rack of robes and started looking through. She needed purples... DARK purples. Mhm.

Oh.

Celandine turned slightly and offered a teeny curtsey, just enough to be polite acknowledgement, but also slight enough to show that, well, he was lucky that she curtseyed towards him at all really. She might be a Kettleburn now but she'd always be a Toussaint and that meant she'd been brought up to know her own worth.

She did notice the man talking to a girl and while Celandine didn't say anything, she was aware, even as her fingertips brushed the fabrics on display in front of her.
O_O

She turned around.

"You were following me?" She peeked around immediately, looking for cameras and the like. She hadn't been hounded much lately but then she hadn't been out much either, and the location of her home wasn't yet common knowledge.

Usually Twilfits was pretty good at keeping out the media when it came right down to it. She hadn't ever really been bothered in Knockturn Alley, the one time she had, she had spoken to Atropos Trelawney about it and then the problem had gone away.

Oh way to make yourself sound like a stalker! Carina felt her ears burn a little as she looked up at the lady with big eyes. Shaking her hand in front of her a moment she finally found her voice.

"Oh dear! No! Just when I came into the shop I was not sure where to go and I saw another woman heading through the shop so I followed hoping you would lead me to the robes... I wasn't like... stalking you or anything. Heavens no! Oh please forgive my flub!" she said excitedly. Dear! Why was she making such a fool of herself?!

Open mouth. Insert foot.

Beth glared long and hard at the man, but intimidation forced her to look away. "I don't see why you should need to know... You are, I will say, being very rude." She hoped that didn't sound babyish. "And I am here for the same reason as everyone else. To buy robes. Is that a problem? Or is it just because I'm muggle born?" She added boldly. Woah. She had just completed a statement without any 'er' or 'um'. Progress!

"Um." Celandine answered cautiously. "Okay." She was sure? She was SURE she wasn't like, scoping things so she could tell the paparazzi where she was?

Cela's natural tendency to like people and be friendly won through and she offered up a friendly and sunshiney smile.

"Its okay. Really. I'm Celandine Tous...Kettleburn." Eeep!

She still caught herself out sometimes.



Cela couldn't help but overhear they young girl speak up and say she was muggleborn. Now Cel didn't mind but it wasn't the right place to be saying something like that.She was keeping an eye out now for sure. She'd step in if that man did or said anything horrible.

She hoped that the girl would go to Madame Malkins instead. It was safer there by far.

Carina smiled sheepishly and went back to flipping, somewhat hurriedly now, through the robes display. Really. If anyone could dig themselves a hole, it was her.

OH! Heheh. She was talking some more. YAY! Looking up with a HUGE, radiating smile on her face, Carina said, "Pleasure to meet you, Celandine Tous Kettleburn!" What an odd name that was. Cute. But odd.

Rubbing the palm of her hand on the front of her dress a bit Carina offered it to Celandine. "Carina Lillard!" she exclaimed. Yep. That's ME!

"Its just Celandine Kettleburn actually. I.." She laughed quietly at herself and held her hand out, showing the bling-bling engagement ring along with her wedding ring. "I'm just not used to saying so. I've been married for a year." So she should hurry UP and get used to it. Totally.

Ara was not phased nor afraid to be in Knockturn alley, she was pureblood of course and skilled with her wand should the need arise. She casually walked into Twilfit and Tattings Upscale Robes, wanting some extra dress robes for her father's lavish parties at their manor. She loved buying dress robes, the shopping somewhat calmed her, which she needed as she recently moved to Britain with her family and transferred to Hogwarts as a sixth year to continue her studies.

Ara strolled through the aisles looking for any goddess styled dress robes and spotted the section where her gaze fell upon a gorgeous hunter green with gold sequined trim. It was perfect. Her hand grazed over the material, it was a delicate and comforting silk, skimming over her skin. Best of all it was her size, yet she still needed to try it on. Ara walked to the changing room and slipped into the dress, and turned around to look in the mirror, it was the perfect fit, flowing and caressing her skin. It showed a modest amount of skin at the back but it was elegant at the same time.

She smiled to herself and changed back to her flowing black circle day dress which was a silk three quarter sleeved dress with a modest plunge v neckline subtly edged in green silk and a fitted waistband and sheer silken sleeves. This was her casual always elegant. It was how she was brought up, she had no regrets.

She walked through the aisle and found a similar black dress with silver and rhinestone trim to the green which she had draped over her left arm. It was a definite yes. She walked through the store and found a few more formal dress robes and day dress robes for her casual wear. Satisfied that mother and father would approve.

Turning into Twilfit and Tattings, a soon to be first year with an air of excitement that did not match the cool aura of the store strolled in with mother and baby brother in tow. If it wasn't for the long ebony hair that cascaded down the young witch's back, she might have even been mistaken as a young boy at first glance. her blueish-grey eyes widened as though looking at the store anew, having come before with her mother, the new aspect being they were picking out the child's first school robes.

"Eris!" The foreign looking mother whispered commandingly with an aristocratic air, supporting the young bored looking baby boy in one arm as her eyes narrowed on the witch's young daughter. "I'm going to pick up some of your books. Take your time, and don't leave the building, please." the woman continued with a sigh, but no less well put together.

With a final look around the store, Isadora waved her long skinny fingers, adorned with a few choicest rings one could afford, at the shop keeper before she exited the room with a ding to the door's bell.

Finally freed from the bonds that were family. Eris quickened her pace up and down the aisle, when she spotted rather stunning looking dress robes in all the colors and shades one could dream of, and all the designs one could hope for. Standing in front of them, giving a certain dress a much needed examination for quality, was a girl a few years older than Eris.

These must be the school robes Eris thought looking at the formal robes with an examining eye, in her mind, since they were for school, the robes must need to be more than usually fancy. Reaching out a hand to pick up a sleeve, the young witch's eyebrows furred with a rather important question forming in her mind.

"Excuse me...." she looked at the older girl under the assumption she was a Hogwarts student as well. "Does it matter what color the three robes we choose for school are?" she asked completely serious, as her right hand fiddled around in her pocket digging for the school list.

Alex walked in to the store and looked around. Knockturn alley was an interesting place. She looked around for the perfect robes. Gold with purple wands? Too childish. Pink with red roses?Too girly. Then she turned around and saw the perfect robes for her. Red silk robes and gold with glitering stars.. She pulled one of each off the rack and went to go find a matching hat. She payed 30 galleons and 15 sickles. She wanted to go home and drop off her stuff. She would be back later.

Elizabeth strolled into the shop with a little pride but also shame. She wanted to get new dress robes but she didnt like knockturn alley or shops that are discriminating against other bloods. She only came here because she knew that it had the best robes in Britian. She was pure-blood so the warning didn't matter to her. Elizabeth glazed around the racks of robes. She picked two silk dress robes, 3 black satin cloaks, 5 work robes, 2 hats, a speciality robe, and a pair of gloves. This will cost a lot, but who cares she was rich and her finacee wouldn't have to know. She smiled to herself and chuckled. Kade would so frown on her going to this shop let alone knockturn alley.

Cleo entered the shop. She wanted something very similar to the dress she had had in Egypt. She was sure that this shop would have it. After all, she wanted Gron when he was releashed.
Then she saw another witch. Hmmm..maybe she worked here. Cleo approached her softly and asked "Excuse me, do you work here?"

Elizabeth told around when a lady spoke to her. "No, I'm not, I am just a shopper, but maybe i can help you anyways." Elizabeth smiled a little bit, but then frowned since she knew that smiling wasn't common in Knockturn Alley, neither was offering help but... it wasn't in her nature to not be nice to someone. She smiled again.

Cleo nodded. "Of course." She briefly wondered if she should ask for help from just another customer...but then she remembered why her husband had sent her. Mainly to meet with some of the people living in Diagon Alley, it might come in useful. "I once wore a gold ancient Egyptian style dress to special days. I lost it some time ago. Perhaps you have seen something close to it?" And she held up a picture.

OOC: Mind if I send you a PM showing you what's on the picture?

Elizabeth looked at the picture. "That is pretty."She walked to the dresses and searched for a similiar dress to the picture trying to be helpful. "Oh, I'm Elizabeth Davis by the way." She smiled at the lady, "Sorry for my absent manners."

OCC: No i dont mind :)

Cleo smiled. "Why thank you. I wore it on my wedding night." Then she forced herself to breath calmly as she remembered what had happened the next night. When her husband had been arrested. But she smiled and said "I am Cleo Nroph."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Nroph." Elizabeth smiled. Elizabeth found a similar dress to what the lady wanted. "Would this work?" She held up the dress.

Nropha looked at the dress. "It is. I thank you for your help. Could I help you with something?"

Elizabeth smiled. "Your welcome and no thanks." She gestured to the levitaing neat pile of clothing beside her. "I picked out what i need and some gifts already. Thanks anyways." She smiled sweetly.

After spending a considerable amount of time observing what the back of the shop had to offer, Veronica decided she'd be on her way. She spun around to face the exit but gasped as she did so. There weren't very many people who could take her by surprise, but Atropos Trelawney always could. She rested her eyes on him long enough to identify him, but then she looked quickly away. She never looked at him for long. She knew how he felt about her, and she couldn't bare to show herself to him.

"Mr. Trelawney," she said, acknowledging his presence. She fumbled with the top of a nearby box as a distraction while she waited for him to speak.

Atropos watched the ladies like a wolf... hungry. He was just about to approach them, when...

"Veronica." He said and didn't look at her. No matter how beautiful this woman was, the memory of her those years ago, still had his stomach doing flips. She still disgusted him. "I am glad you accepted my invitation to come... stay in Knocturn Alley. You're apartment is to your liking?" He asked "I'm sure where you had been staying was sufficient. But I like my people close to me." He said. "No matter who... or what they are."

He touched a fabric on robes that were beside him, and he cast a muffliato charm to cover the . "I was very put out when Sully was killed." He said crushing the velvet in his hand. "I understand it was a young woman who... did it. So, while you are here, working for me, I want you to find out who this woman is... and... take care of her." He then smiled wide. "Enough about work. How are you? I heard your boyfriend is no longer in the picture..." He asked.

At the sound of her name, Veronica's hands froze upon the box she'd been fumbling. She couldn't decide if she was comforted or frightened by the sound of it; but either way, she wasn't forced with having to face him, so she guessed it didn't matter.

"I didn't have a choice," she truthfully spoke, and then she paced a little but still didn't turn around. "The apartment is just fine." The truth was, it was the best home she'd had in years, possibly even counting the one she'd shared with Philippe. Where she'd been staying hadn't been sufficient, but the anger boiling inside of her prevented her from saying such. She hated the fact that he'd never look at her.

Though her back was turned to him, she sensed the presence of the charm he'd cast. She tilted her head slightly to the side to acknowledge that she'd heard him. "I'll see to it that it's taken care of," she replied. Then Philippe was brought up, and she felt her blood run cold at the very mention of his name. "Philippe is in France, and I won't be seeing him anytime soon." That was her answer. Whether she intended it to be mysterious or not was still a mystery even to her. "...and I'm much better now that I'm not slaving over snot-nosed children."

That hadn't been what she'd meant, but Veronica wasn't sure if she was ready to admit that to him or not. She'd meant that when Philippe left her, or kicked her out his house really, she'd been left homeless and penniless. She hadn't had a choice to accept the position at Madam Malkin's, and when that had fallen through, she definitely had no other choice but to accept the position with with Trelawney.

He'd become her security, but that was yet another fact she'd keep to herself.

She nodded once, even though they were talking about two completely different things. "If I...need your assistance for any reason," she said, her tone indicating slight hesitation, "how would I reach you? Are you always here?" A small part of her--a very, very small part--still sought out the safety his presence brought to her life.

She couldn't help the smile that decorated her face when he mentioned that she should hex the children. "Then I can't wait for them to arrive," she said, "especially the lot from the robes shop."

"If you need," he said and rolled his eyes, "You may send a patronus..." He said with a nod. "You do know how, don't you?" He asked looking down on her. "If I don't come, Dorin or Victor will... you know Victor... I believe he was briefly married to a sister of yours? Solara?" He hadn't understood why on earth Victor hadn't killed Solara instead of Divorcing her... but then again, he had not wanted to kill his own wife Clytemnestra... so he really couldn't talk. "Which reminds me..." He said and glared at her, "Victor has re-married... I have yet to talk to Dorin since, well since a few years have passed, I'm not sure if he has someone in his life. Nevertheless... You don't play in my den unless you ask permission first..." He knew that saying 'don't date my men' would only be a challenge to some to do it. This would be better.

Veronica drew in a sharp breath. She loathed that attitude of his, and her natural instinct wanted to strike back. She'd never stand a chance, though. That didn't stop her from hissing angrily. She didn't say anything to him, but rather flicked her wand, causing a silvery, misty wild cat to pounce from it. It lunged forward, paused, and then dashed from the room.

"No need to worry yourself," she finally said. "I'm confident I'll be just fine." With her back still turned, she raised her eyebrows at the mention of her sister. "Hmm. My sister." Though she made no comment as to whether or not she knew the man.

His next words caused her to draw in yet another sharp breath. "You're so sure I want to play in your den," she pointed out, "but men are worthless pigs. I have no interest in involving myself with any of them anytime soon." This, of course, translated to 'I've been burned by one, and I'm still feeling wounded'.

"Who said I was sure?" He said and shrugged. "I'm just putting it out there. But I am sure you don't mean ALL men are worthless pigs... that would include myself, and I know you wouldn't say I'm worthless..."

"No," she said, shaking her head, "not all men." She'd always remember. She'd never forget. That fateful night was etched into her memory forever. "Just most of them." She hesitated for a brief moment then added, "Mr. Trelawney?"

No. She shouldn't bring it up. She knew men of this kind, and they didn't care. She'd only be setting herself up for a letdown. In a way, though, a letdown would only make her tougher and stronger, two qualities she sought to gain back since her split from Philippe. "...you won't look at me," she finally said.

With her back still turned to Atropos, Veronica hardened her glare and shook her head. He thought she was being ridiculous? Really?! He'd given her the worse sort of complex a woman could have, and then he accused her of being ridiculous.

She sighed softly then turned and followed him out the shop, her eyes on the floor the entire way.

OOC: In Knockturn Alley, we don't acually have shopkeepers who roleplay selling characters the items they buy. So next time (as students are in school now and are meant to be out of Diagon/Knockturn Alley), feel free to just roleplay that your character purchased the items. ;)

Spotting several visitors to the establishment, Veronica stepped partly out of her hiding place, leaned against a side wall, and eyed them suspiciously. Who brings a child into Knockturn Alley to purchase school clothing? She smirked at the very thought. Mr. Trelawney would have a field day with this one. Speaking of Mr. Trelawney, it'd been a bit since she'd seen him. She looked around again, keeping a careful eye out for whatever new surprises the alley could bring, and then disappeared back into the darkness.

Anton walked in with Nadea, "Deary, dont lower your head. It is a sign of shame and losing."

She glared at him, "I have lost..." She said coldly, not in the mood for it to deal with him.

"Deary, being with me isnt not losing." He cupped her chin and stroked her cheek. "How about I buy you a pretty cloak to cheer you up?" Anton kissed her.

She pushed him off of her, "It's losing to me... And a cloak's not going to make me feel better... Only one thing will."

Anton looked at her and sighed, "Well, you cant have that one thing." You will never get him back! He frowned, "Now go pick out a cloak, dear."

She glared at him, "I don't want a stupid cloak!" She turned away from him, starting to walk back towards the door, I don't want anything but him... Adam... Where are you? She sighed, looking out the shop's window back into the alley.

Anton grabbed her waist, "Tsk, tsk, deary. You have to stay in the shop for now." He pulled her toward him. He gave her a look and pushed her toward some feminine cloaks, "Now go pick one."

She flinched when he touched her, when he pushed her, she fell to the ground, she looked up at him glaring, "I said I didn't want one... Nor do I need a new one." She said, pulled herself up and dusting herself off.

Anton looked at her and just sighed. "Come on then." He pointed to the gentlmen's cloaks.

Nadea stood there stubburnly, she wasn't budging, she was done listening to him for the day. She'd be gone if he didn't still have her wand... She looked down again, knowing he would get upset with her, "No." She said plainly.

"Wrong answer, deary." He grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the men's cloaks.

She flinched and pulled her arm away from him, "I said no," She glared at him, "If I wanted to go with you I would've said I wanted to." She crossed her arms, making it clear that he wasn't going to just drag her along link some kind of animal.

"I guess you dont want your wand back then, Nadea." He started to walk over to the cloaks, leaving her standing there.

"You have no right to be holding my wand in the first place." She glared after him, still not moving, knowing that's what he was trying to get her to do.

Anton didnt bother looking at her, "Then try to get it, deary." He searched through the cloaks.

He put a hand down on the wand and stopped it, "You got to do better than that, Nadea." Anton continued to look.

She glared at him, literally trying to pull it from him with her mind, Come on... She smiled when her wand broke free from his hand, coming back to her, "Now then, you were saying?" She smirked at him, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

Anton smiled at her, "Good job, deary." He then went back to looking at cloaks, "Just be back here in half an hour or Adam...." Not even finishing the threat, since she knew it.

"Careful what you say now Anton... Unless you have this." She motioned to her wand, "You have no control over what I say or do." She glared at him one last time before walking out of the store, What the crap was that? Why would I dare risk Adam's life?

Anton barely glanced at her as she left. He flipped through cloaks.

It had been a long while since Lilly had been into Twilfit and Tattings. The last time had been to get a robe to wear to one of her parents' parties when she'd been pregnant with Emeilia. She smiled to herself as she thought about how much hassle that had caused them all; she remembered how they'd tried to get her to have the most unflattering ones, the ones that looked like her bump was just fat rather than an actual baby. That had annoyed Lilly beyond belief.

She pushed open the door and held it for her daughter to follow in behind her. "Let's go have a look at the school robes then, love" she said as she pointed at a nearby sign.

Emeilia smiled up at her mother "Ok mommy how do I know if I get Gryffindor or Slytherin ties?" She asked softly. She didn't want to disappoint either of her parents. Her father was a Gryffindor, her mother a Slytherin. "Grandpa Dursley says I'm not in the family anymore if I don't make Slytherin." She shivered a little. She walked next to her mother staying close to her.

"You need to ignore him, baby girl. Because all he talks is rubbish..." Lilly said, she hated that her Dad had dared to say that to her little girl. How dare he scare her in that way. She moved and took her daughter's hand in hers as they moved towards the school section of the shop.

"We get you one tie, it's like a general one And then, well, they charm it when you get your house" she said softly. "So you don't need to worry about that yet, sweetie. And don't listen to your Grandpa..." she said before turning and leaning down to her daughter's level. "I will be proud of you, Daddy will be proud of you whichever house that you get into" she smiled reassuringly at her beautiful daughter. "In fact, I'm so proud of you already and you haven't even gone yet, I know you're going to do so well there" she said softly. They hadn't told Em about the pregnancy yet, she was wondering when to do so. When the right time would be for that, she wanted to do it before Em went off to school and all.

Emeilia listened to her mum and nodded. She felt her eyes tearing up a little. "But why would grandpa say that?" Her lip trembled and she ran into her mum's arms and buried her head on her mum's shoulder until she could stop crying. The little girl was smart but she just did not get stupid stuff like racism and blood prejudice. "Why is he so mean since you and Daddy got married?" She asked. He'd always been nice to her before, called her grandpa's little punkin, but now she wasn't his punkin anymore. She reached into her little purse and got out a handkerchief and dried her eyes. Then she picked out some robes and skirts and shirts and a couple ties as well as kneesocks and Shoes. She went into the dressing room and came back out looking like a proper first year. "How do I look Mommy?"

Lilly held her daughter close, she kissed the top of her head and sighed. "Because he... he's just not like us, sweetheart. He has issues with people who aren't like us. He doesn't get along all too well with Daddy" she said slowly, not sure how to approach that topic. It was a big thing, and one day they would explain everything to Em, she deserved to know about all of the circumstances that surrounded her birth.

Her heart melted as she watched her little girl emerge in her uniform, she squealed proudly and stood up. "You look so beautiful! Like a proper Hogwarts pupil" she said before rushing over and embracing her little girl again. "I am so proud of you!" she said slowly before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Emeilia sighed softly. "I feel like a real grown up mommy. I don't look like me." she whispered.

Lilly laughed gently and kissed the top of her daughter's head affectionately. "You do look like you! But yes, you are growing up and going away to Hogwarts is another step towards that" she said softly, so proud of her little girl. "You are going to do so well, I know it for sure" she smiled, nodding enthusiastically to support her daughter. She was nervous about her going away, any parent would be, and she would miss her a lot. But it would only do Em the world of good.

"Can we get some Ice cream now mommy, I don't like this street it scares me."

"Of course we can, sweetheart. If everything fits, go get changed and we can go pay for all of this, get it wrapped up and then head to go get some ice cream" Lilly said as she smiled at her daughter, it really was weird, shopping for all this school stuff with her own daughter.
She remembered doing it for herself when she had been Em's age and had been shopping with her own Mum, it didn't seem all that long ago which was crazy.

Emeilia quickly changed into her shorts and blouse and sandals and ran out to her mum who was waiting for her. She handed her mum the folded clothes.

Carlton Picard, a young reporter of the Daily Prophet, stepped into the shop. She had heard that a witch owned this shop. Maybe she would see this witch for herwelf.

After finding her daughter in Leaky Cauldron and giving her a stern lecture Bailey took her daughter, Melody to Twilfit and Tattings in Knockturn Alley. She would be damn if Melody didn't Melody didn't get the best robes and clothing she could possibly buy her. And even though Bailey was very well known customer she still kept Melody close to her while looking at school robes with Melody. She knew what kind of weirdos hung around Knockturn Alley.

Chloe happened to stumble upon this place when she was younger when she made one wrong turn on her way to the book shop in diagon alley. It was a very wonderful mistake though. She stumbled upon a robe shop that blew Madam Malkins out of the water. The robes here were the most beautiful she had ever seen but they were expensive. She only got one that day but with her brand new job at Gringotts Chloe was ready to shop. She looked around and found a brilliant royal purplr robe and a lovely light blue on, and then she spotted a regal dark green one, she grabbed all of them and knew that was it. She could not afford more then three at the moment. She tried them on and they all fit. She could not wait to wear these new robes to work. She walked up to front counter and waited in line to pay. Soon it was her turn and Chloe paid for the aweesome robes and then happily went on her way with them.

Kyroh stood completely still as Gloria began to dust him off and even let out a small giggle. He wasn't even that dirty! She didn't even need to do that! But he stood and waited until she was done. "I will." He said taking her extended hand, as they started to walk. Because getting lost in a dark place was the last thing he wanted.

Noticing that all the people who walked by seemed to be wearing dark robes, Kyroh locked eyes with a man who seemed to have one eye smaller than the other! Right-Gloria. "I haven't been down here before. Why can't we go to the robe shop in the bright part of Diagon Alley?" Was the man still looking at him? It sort of felt like it. Kyroh could feel the hairs on his arm stand up. It was a good thing that they entered the robe shop before he could look back at him.

Even in side the shop was a little dark!

Gloria gave Kyroh's little hand a squeeze as they walked down the street, keeping her own head down and her eyes far away from making contact with any creepers. She should have told Kyroh to keep his head down too. It would be her luck to run into someone like that wand dealer from Moribund's... yuck.

"Don't you like exploring new places, Kyroh?" Gloria kept her tone light, though she was grinding her teeth on the inside. "Besides, this place has different fashions than that store." That teenager breeding ground known as Madame Malkin's. Pfft. As IF Gloria would shop there.

"I just need a cloak. I'll be one minute." She smiled at the boy and nodded toward a tall, dark cherry chair he could sit in by the window, before disappearing into the back of the store.

"Not places that are dark or that have scary looking people." The boy answered before his eyes begun to spin around at all the different fashions this store had? Was different fashions good?

Kyroh was about to follow him mum where ever she was heading but she let go of his hand quickly. Glo didn't like to hold hands too long. Not really getting what the nod meant at all, Kyroh just nodded back. Okay.

Once Gloria had vanished from his view Kyroh walked over to a set of long green robes and stared at it for a few seconds. Huh. Reaching out he touched the robe which just seemed to glide through his hands. And get rid of the dust too!

"You must be different fashions." Kyroh whispered. But he wasn't actually talking to the robe. Robes couldn't talk back. He did wish he had his dragons to talk to, Flamel would have liked the green robes.

But Kyroh didn't really liked the colour of the robe, so he continued to stare at it, and touch it.

Oh Kyroh. Was he still afraid of the dark? It was Dash's job to work on that with him, but now it looked like the responsibility would be falling to her as well. As usual, she had to do everything for it to get done at all.

She didn't say this, though, any of it, and instead moved on to the back where she could browse in peace. She found the cloak and color she desired quickly enough and returned to the front of the store, where the register was. Kyroh was still there too, though he was... talking to touching things. She'd ignore it for now.

"Just this," the brunette placed the cloak on the counter to check out.

The robe didn't feel as good when he touched it the fifteenth time, so it must not have been that different. It was possibly a sad thing to see. A not different robe in a store full of different clothes. Kyroh frowned, almost sad for the piece of cloth. Maybe it would fit in better with in the other store?

Or maybe if the colour could change?

Turning his head as a cool breeze swept through the store, Kyroh's attention quickly left the robe. It was just a lady, but she didn't look too scary so Kyroh didn't move or try to find his mother or anything.

As the lady smiled at him Kyroh smiled back. "Hullo!!! Good morning!" The eight year old grinned. "Have you come here to get some expensive clothes? I don't know how much this robe is but it feels cool. The colour isn't that good though." So she should get another colour.