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Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions
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13. He was 13 now, believe it or not. With turning another year older, Logan was starting to ... well, he was no longer the little firstie that he was just a few years ago. This summer, the blond had grown quite a bit. His height, his feet, his hair, everything was changing at such a fast pace. Even his voice had dropped, granted it still managed to crack from time to time. These were awkward and confusing times indeed. Some of these changes are what brought him to Madam Malkin's. Normally his mum would have bought his clothes for him, but he wanted to look cool and wear clothes that properly fit. To make clothes shopping more bearable (because it honestly was the last thing he wanted to do), it was only appropriate to drag his bestie along and afterward splurge the rest of the money he had elsewhere. The white shirt he was wearing was a smidge too small for him, a few buttons undone, but it did make him seem a little more fit than he was, at least in his opinion. As for the slacks, he thought they accentuated the things that mattered. "Thoughts?" he asked, checking himself out in the mirror. |
She had ALWAYS thought she had brilliant style. The Kenmare Kestral shirts, stains and all, and the rainbow tights and skirts were a LOOK okay. But now that she was about to be a third year, perhaps it was time to dress a littleeee more maturely. She'd heard that rainbows made her look like a child enough times to know that while her love would always beat strongly for them, perhaps it was time to shake things up a little bit for her wardrobe. Which was what had caused her to beg Papa for a wee bit of clothes spending money. And the sole promise to NOT use it on anymore candy or sweets. She'd actually even dipped into her candy fund to have a little bit more coin for today's purpose. And while yes, she had not been invited to the boys' excursion today, her skills in eavesdropping had notified that they WOULD be shopping today so she'd invited herself along anyways. Stealthily though. She tried to get there first and hide in a stall with some clothes to try on before they arrived so they couldn't just immediately send her away. She wanted input on her options too, okay? With 13 had come the realization that people could be attractive and she wanted to be that as well. And told she was pretty, so perhaps some feedback from boys would be nice so she could achieve her goal this term. Even if the boys were brother and brother adjacent. She assumed they were probably attractive, right? She was fairly certain she was, which meant Vasco HAD to be. And she had maybe sooooorta noticed Logan was fine, not that she'd be caught saying it out loud. Hearing Logan ask for input on some clothes, she couldn't resist making her entrance now. Popping out in a gold dress that she had zero use for, she squinted to look at him, giving a once over even though the question was obviously not for her. "Did you forget how to put on a shirt? You missed buttons." |
You two! XD Clothes shopping was not his idea of an exciting afternoon. Yet here he stood inside Madame Malkin's trying on shirts and slacks. Why? Because his dad handed him coins and told him to get some new things that actually fit when he heard he was going along with Logan. The thirteen year old wasn't sure how many shirts he had tried on before the one he had on now but turned his attention to his buddy when he spoke. "It looks fine to me." There was a nod of his head, brown hair falling into his eyes which made him run his hand through his hair to 'fix' it. No sooner had the words left his mouth then everything went south. What was she doing here?! She wasn't supposed to be here. "Why are you here?" Vas was already narrowing his dark eyes at his twin. There was no way this was a coincidence. When it came to Vera there was no such thing. |
Fine? Just ... fine? The size of the mirror could not simply hide the expression that appeared on Logan's face. It was one of absolute betrayal. Right off the top of his head, he could think of other words that could be used to describe himself, such as dashing, handsome, cool, a chick magnet. "You're such a great hype man, mate," he retorted with a huff and a quick movement to ruffle up his friend's hair because he knew it'd be annoying. "By the way, that shirt looks sick, dude," the blond commented. Just so Vasco knew. "Maybe undo a button or roll up the sleeves or something." His attention from his friend shifted the moment an unexpected voice sounded. Standing right there was his best friend's sister, only ... she looked ... That was Vera, yeah? ... The thirteen-year-old boy did a double take. ... Merlin, was it hot in here, or was it just him? ... Uhh. "It's called having style, Vera. But, now that you mention it," he responded to her, layering on the sass with each syllable that oozed out of his mouth, "I think I could do without one more, yeah?" Pop went another button, and a smirk grew on his face with the raise of an eyebrow. "Better?" "That's a bold choice though," Logan commented on her golden getup. Was that too nice? Probably. "I didn't know they made dresses for trolls." |
Her twins response to her appearance was pretty much as to be expected, but as her usual... it was no deterrent to Vera. She just smiled at him and widened her eyes - the picture of innocence, as if semi-stalking her brother was NOT the most annoying thing she'd done today. But honestly... for her track record, just pseudo stalking was pretty dang good. "I followed you. I need new clothes too and I figured maaaaybe if I can stop YOU from looking like a mess, you can give me some input too." There was a good likelihood everything she tried he would tell her was terrible but she hadn't considered that yet. Really, a fatal flaw in her not at all thought out plan. Go figure. Ve crossed her arms and looked back to Logan as he spoke, the tone he was using already earning a hard eye roll from green eyes. Had she told Logan lately he was infuriating? No, definitely not - he might take it as a compliment. Or like she spared him any extra thought which she did not, ok? And the hands going to her face were not to cover any change in cheek color, it was simply to cover her eyes to really accentuate her next words. "I am blinded by the paleness. Please, do us all a favor and cover up." She reached for the nearby shelf and grabbed a classic black scarf, throwing it his direction. Wait. Did he also just tell her brother to do the same? Hands came down and she shook her head. "Don't listen to Logan. Your buttons are fine. Though.. I guess a cuffed sleeve might be okay." Glancing around at other shirts for a moment she moved to one of the racks and pulled off a maroon shirt for Vas and a warm brown for Logan. "Try these. They'll accentuate your eyes which I guess aren't your worst features." She told them both, offering an olive branch in hopes of maybe some decent advice now that she'd crashed their party. .... Did he just?! Her eyes nearly bulged at the word TROLL but she would never let THESE two in particular know if they got to her. So instead, she used her drama club acquired skills and pasted a smile on her face. "I'm surprised, it's just the next couple sizes up. I figured you would have known! We all know you'd be the expert in all things troll." She smiled demurely, as she batted eyes at him before turning them to Vas and doing a small twirl. "IS it too much though?" She'd just figured it would be nice to have something a little more formal in case of another surprise dance. |
Xander for Brandon/Astrocat! xD The look on Logan's face alone was enough to make Vasco laugh, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as well. He had known his answer would never had been anywhere near close enough to what his best mate wanted to hear from him, which clearly was why he had said it. To mess with him. "Chill, chill. I'm teasing ya. That's the one for sure." As in, if he didn't get it, that would be the wrong move. As for the messing of the hair, yeah, no. That was met with, Vas swatting at him in a playful manner but the glare was real. "Dude, not the hair." Never the hair. Even if it was covered by a hood most of the time. Undo a button or roll up the sleeves, huh? Why not both? Flicking open a button or two and then rolling up the sleeves of the shirt to just below his elbows, he looked at himself in the mirror. That did look better. And more comfortable. This was much more... chill. The double take Logan did at his sister, yeah bro, he saw that. Their whole entire exchange, was simply ridiculous but then again.. so was Vera. And so was that dress she was wearing. Now what in the- she was giving THEM advice on shirt colors? Seriously? The girl that walked around in stained shirts was telling him what would look good? Dark eyes landed on his sister and the shirt in her hand. Maroon? Really?" Did she not know him at all? He cast a glance at Logan to see what his thought about it. Should he give it a try or no? Okay, normally he would have his sisters back but like.. she was ALWAYS there. He couldn't do anything without her. When she wanted to hangout with her friends, he left her to it. Yet, she constantly had to invite herself to wherever he was. So whatever. If those two wanted to call each other names, so be it. But then.. she was looking at him and ugh. Why? There was an audible groan from him as he ran a hand through his hair, fixing his eyes on her once again as she twirled around. "It's too much gold. Silver would look better." Just his opinion. Her dark hair and eyes with a silver dress. Yeah, he thought that seemed better than gold. Not that he really knew girls styles anyhow. At some point after stopping to get his wand with his sisters and parents, Xander made his way into Madame Malkin's. According to the Hogwarts list he needed several different articles of clothing which he could all get here. Which was fine by him, as he could get his things as his sisters both got there's. So in his young head, this shouldn't take all that long? Ohhhh, how wrong he was. Xander was having a time. First when he found a shirt he liked it didn't fit right and then when he did find one that fit how he liked, the color was all wrong. Yes, he was being picky and he knew it but he couldn't help it. This was his first year going to Hogwarts and he wanted to look his very best. |
Xander! Brandon did not like clothes shopping. It was tiring, stressful, and he was never in control(he did not like not being in control). But picking out a uniform was a familiar concept to him, at least, and these clothes seemed mostly comfortable. He was alone today, which took a bit of the scariness away but made him very lonely. He slipped into the shop with an itemized list of what to get, and he picked out the things on his list one by one. He would try them all on at the end, and then pay with the money he had been given for today's shopping. Walking down the lines of racks, Brandon noticed a familiar and welcome face. Xander! He was midway through sneaking up on him when he remembered that sometimes people freaked out when that happened to them and it wasn't always the best idea. So he walked up beside his best friend instead, the normal way. "Xander!" He grinned. Xander always made everything better |
Brandon! This was so boring. And frustrating. Boring and frustrating. Those words shouldn't go together. Why was this taking him so long? He was about ready to give up and grab whatever he grabbed and call it a day. If it didn't fit him properly, his mum or dad could always help him with that issue later. Reaching out to grab a shirt closest to him he heard someone shout his name. Xander didn't even need to look around to know who's voice that was. Without even thinking about it (all thoughts of clothing now forgotten), he spun around with a wide grin on his face. "Brandon!" His |
Brandon grinned even wider as Xander turned around, extending his hand for a high five. "What are you looking for? You don't look like you've picked anything out. Except for that shirt-" -which Brandon looked at. "I didn't know you liked that color." In fact, he didn't think Xander liked that color at all. But maybe he'd changed his mind? Brandon didn't want to accidentally insult his choices. "I'm halfway done picking things out for school." Maybe he could help Xander pick things out! |
"Same," the blond responded, grinning as he let Vasco swat his hand away before he could actually sabotage the hairdo. Of course Logan knew better than to actually mess up his best friend's hair. It was one of a number of things they had in common. Hair was not something to be meddled with. But threatening to mess with it was very much still on the table. A huge eye roll happened as a result of Vera's comments about paleness and how Vasco shouldn't listen to him -- first of all, he definitely was not as pale as he used to be thanks to some summer sun, and, second, his opinion would always matter more than hers. The scarf she had sent his way was caught, but that certainly wasn't going to be of any use to him. "Cover up with a scarf ... in the blazing hot summer ... how clever." Because she clearly hadn't thought of that. Just like she hadn't thought about how obnoxious a gold dress would be. "She's totally wrong about the buttons," he told his best friend, watching as Vera meandered off to ... to do whatever. "You look cool." And the girls would be totally into cool-looking guys like them when they strolled into school with these fits. The opposite could be said about the shirts that Vera had just returned with. Logan glanced down at the warm brown shirt he was now holding and then at the maroon one Vasco had. "You can't be serious, right?" he asked, blinking at her. Black or red would have been a million times better than the warm brown colour he got. A snort escaped him after her comment about him being knowledgeable about trolls. He was going to be the bigger person and leave it at that. The twirl was noted, and she did look nice doing so. That, however, wasn't something he was outwardly going to admit. "Spitting image of the trolls in that Barnabus the Barmy tapestry, you are. And I say that as the expert here, as you kindly pointed out. ... Oh, yes, silver would be loads better. And do more twirling. Then maybe you can pass as human." |
Vera had opened her mouth to retort that the scarf was naturally not for NOW, but rather to cover the fact that he DID look nice which was making her uncomfortable. Her whole purpose today was to figure out how to get other people to want to tell her she was pretty. Not to notice other people were starting to fill out and then ogle. But she realized that if she DID try to defend herself in anyway, she would have probably just spilled out something embarrassing. And while Logan had heard a lot of embarrassing things come out of her mouth (most of them things that entirely hadn't bothered her), any of her thoughts on the results of stupid puberty were not something she wanted either of the two boys to ever hear. So for once, in order to play it safe, Vera just shut her mouth, settling for an extra eye roll. Now they both had commentary about the shirts. And while yes, Vasco would have had a point she was... not the queen of fashion, that was the point of being here right now. And she had read multiple books at the beginning of summer on how best to draw attention to features. Granted, the author's of the books could have been quacks but... for now, this was the only point of reference she had. Even if their reaction to the had her currently questioning the validity of the author's expertise. "Yes, maroon. Gold is supposed to be best to contrast our green eyes and accentuate the flecks in them but... I think you both have been abundantly clear on your feelings on that color." Plus, maroon was nice. It was her favorite shade of red, which was probably surprising since it wasn't nearly as BOLD as others. "And as for you," Attention turned back to Logan. "Go with whatever you want. BUT the brown is supposed to compliment your blue eyes and make them really POP." Here she used her hands to really emphasize. "Girls like eyes and yours aren't terrible." It was also just a really nice color palette, brown and blue. Her eyes were still wanting to bulge at having been compared to a troll, but he was seeming to drop it so.... she'd have to get over it for the time being. Perhaps find a way to get back at him later. But nearly as soon as she'd come to the conclusion, he was mentioning trolls again. ashdsj. She forced a smile onto her face, batting her eyes a bit. "I think you're confusing that with the veela tapestry." Was there even one of those? Who knew. But aNyWaYs.. Silver? She wanted to scrunch her nose at their suggestion, mainly because it was not a color she particularly liked, BUT she was going to be the bigger person in this instance and just... take their suggestion. So turning to the racks, she found a silver dress and pulled it off to hold it up. "Like this one?" See. She'd try it. Logan's comment regarding the twirling did get her attention for a moment longer, and she blinked at him. "So you liked the twirl?" |
Once more he ran his fingers through his hair making sure that his dark hair fell exactly how he wanted it to. Hair wasn't something to mess with. Vera was already getting on his nerves and the look on his face showed as much. Did she think he hadn't noticed that anytime he hung around with Logan she found a way to make an appearance? And how their constant bickering was actually more annoying than his own with her? Then again nine out of ten times he never heard what she was saying anyhow so that could be part of the issue there. As for the shirts.. well he was going to wear his how he wanted. "Uh-huh, right. And all of a sudden you of all people know what colors are best to wear." He would rather ask their younger sister for advice first. "Wear whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me." His sense of style wasn't stained clothes so he was fine. Vas gave a slight nod however at what appeared to be a silver dress that was now being shown to them. "I guess. It's silver, isn't it?" Honestly he didn't care. He wasn't here to pick out dresses. She wasn't supposed to be here bothering them. Each passing minute that she was going on and on about colors and dresses he was getting more frustrated with her. Xander didn't hesitate in going in for the initiated high-five. "Pretty much, everything." Honest. He still needed everything. No clothing items on the list had been successfully chosen. "I- it's not one I'd wear often?" Why, he was choosing his words so carefully, he didn't know but he was. Placing the shirt back down from where he had picked it up from, he turned to his bestie. "Looks like you're doing a lot better than I am with this. Do you want to get the rest of our things together?" Yes, this was his way of asking for help. Clearly he needed it and Brandon knew colors better than he did. |
Yet another eye roll from Vera did not go unnoticed. Neither did the silence that followed after. Was that a sign of defeat, an acknowledgment that he was right about the whole scarf thing? A slight smirk appeared on his face. He'd take the sudden silence as a win for him. The entire complimentary colours thing was getting old. To him, it seemed like a bunch of mumbo jumbo. The blond nodded when Vasco spoke, agreeing with his mate's comment. When did Vera become an expert on colour pairings and all of a sudden care about it? "Matching colours with your eyes is stupid. What matters is looking cool and liking what you're wearing." With that said, the brown shirt had been set to the side. The comment about girls liking eyes and his not being terrible was ... interesting. Vera's words lingered in his head while he, pretending not to have heard, returned his attention to the mirror and started fiddling with his hair. An eyebrow rose when a Veela tapestry was mentioned. Fingers continued to run through his hair as he tried to remember if there even was one at Hogwarts. The fact he couldn't recall clearly meant there wasn't; one could not simply forget such a thing. A shimmer in the mirror's reflection brought him out of his thoughts. He took note that Vera was now holding a silver dress and Vasco was wearing his feelings on his sleeve. Logan at this point was waiting for Vera to skedaddle off to a dressing room so he could suggest that they make a run for it. But the idea was fleeting as the twirling had been brought up. One last strand of hair was moved as he quickly thought of how to respond. Maybe he did like it. Maybe he didn't. How he felt about that would be kept to himself, thank you very much. Turning so his back was to the mirror, he stated, "Nah. Just curious about how many twirls it'll take for you to get so dizzy that you fall on your face." |
Had she been able to realize that her twin had any thoughts that her appearance today was specifcally because of Logan she would have been shocked. Did she crash his and Vasco's hang outs more often than any others? Yes. But in her defense, that was because he hung out with Logan the most. She would have crashed if he'd been meeting up with one of his dorm mates too, though in that scenario Phoenix would be the preferred since he didn't seem to mind her company. Her hands moved to settle on her hips as both of them continued to argue with her, eyes darting from one boy to the other - while she found the slightest annoyance that she had to look more upwards toward them now. Apparently now was when they'd start to grow and she'd... not. Not as fast anyways. "If you two must know, I read a book abut it." So while she might not have known before, she was knowledgeable now okay!? Attention turned towards Logan then with the intent of arguing, because it was her go to, but she paused. "... Logan might have a point." Confidence was really what was the best right? Which was how she'd always felt fine anyways in the crazy styles she used to wear. And with that surprisingly helpful reminder, she put the silver dress back on the rack. It was clear that she wasn't going to actually get any helpful input from either of the boys anyways, and she was finally starting to realize she should have just planned an excursion with Sia or Maria. "It probably would take me like... 10 spins to get dizzy, but only 2 to make Vasco pop a vein from annoyance." Which was why for the first time, she'd spare her brother and leave them to it. She gave her brother another look, "Make sure you at least get something. Papa DID want you too." before then giving Logan a finger wiggle in good bye. Her intent was HER to leave but she also wouldn't be surprised if they took her absence in getting back in her clothes to bolt from the store. "Bye Loogie." |
SPOILER!!: Xander Brandon didn't really know about colors- but 11 years of his sister's very long tangents had at least made him pay attention to different colors when he saw them. And he didn't think he'd seen Xander wear that one... not that there was anything wrong with it! Xander looked nice in everything. "I'd love to get our things together," Brandon said happily. Not too happily, not overly happily. But he was very happy to spend time together. And help Xander out with his obvious clothes shopping problems. "Maybe instead of wandering around looking at things, you should go item by item and think about what you want in each one. Starting with the shirts, because we're right next to them." That was always his suggestion when shopping with his family (they took forever). Brandon looked for several shirts in a color he liked, then traded them for the right size. See? It wasn't too hard. They would finish in no time. |
In young Xander's mind, shopping for Hogwarts uniform clothing was much different than shopping for any other clothing. With other clothing, if he liked the design or pattern on a shirt and it fit he got it. It hadn't mattered if his pants were a bit too long or torn at the knees. Things mattered now. Now he had to wear button down shirts and dress slacks and a tie! Sure, it was all stuff he had worn before but usually he had help and it was only for special occasions. Xander grinned widely at his friend. Perhaps having Brandon at his side and the two of them working together he would find what he needed and they could get out of here. "Item by item. Got it." Cue a nod of his head, brown hair falling into his eyes as per usual every time he did that. "Do I choose colors first and then find the correct sizes? What colors do you like?" Maybe some ideas wouldn't hurt at all. All Vasco was really hearing now was.. Blah, blah, blah... NOTHING.. He had tuned Vera out when she continued to talk about colors and eyes and Merlin knows what else. It was nothing he wanted to hear. Not from her anyhow. If he thought it looked good on him and it was clean, he wore it. Major plus if it was comfortable too. Oh, and if it had a hood.. he would be in his glory. See, he was a simple guy. There was no need to match shirts to his eyes and so on and so forth. To show that he was no longer listening, he fully turned away and shifted his attention back on the shirts nearest him. Some of the colors weren't so bad. And he was all to happy to hear that Vera was leaving now. Lifting a hand he simply waved her off, yeah, she could go. They had been doing just fine before she arrived. |
The next set of sentences that came out of Vera's mouth were surprising to him. She had read about complimenting colours in a book? Needless to say, that was impressive. Logan didn't know that she could actually read. But it was the last utterance that really stuck with him. Was she agreeing with him? He had a point? Well, of course he did. Logan Roderik Paton was was pretty smart. Sometimes. It only took ten spins for her to get dizzy? Noted, for a later date. As for the comment about Vasco's vein popping, well, he'd take her word on that. The blond was willing to bet, though, that it'd only take one more spin for that to happen in this current moment. He could tell that his best friend was completely over the whole encounter. Her leaving him and Vasco to be on their own was another surprise. Had Vera grown tired of bickering with him and grown bored of her brother more or less ignoring her? Or had she realized that whatever she was hoping to achieve here wasn't going to happen? "Later," he stated nonchalantly, watching as she wandered away. Not another word left his mouth for a few moments. Vasco obviously needed a moment to chill, and he wanted to make sure that Vera was out of sight before he offered a suggestion. "How 'bout we pay for these and get a bite? Something at the Leaky, or ice cream at Florean's?" Food always made things better. It, at the least, was significantly better than clothes shopping. |
Vasco didn't watch his twin leave. Therefore he had to base her departure on the sound of her footsteps getting further and further away from them. What he needed was to not hear her anymore, to not have to deal with her doing spins and distracting them from what they were actually doing. Sure before she had shown up they may have been joking around and whatnot but they had been trying on clothes too. The silence that followed after Vera left them on their own, was sudden bliss. Vasco felt himself calm down immensely, nearly instantly. It was like that with Vera. Not always but most of the time. He swore that she really did do it on purpose. Why, he didn't know, when he always backed her up and got her out of trouble. She owed him. Food? That's all that needed to be said and he was already in full agreement. "Yeah, I'm ready to get out of here." It didn't matter where they ended up, as long as there was food and no Vera. "Since we already know these fit.. should we get them in other colors too? You know, to save us from having to come back here again." It sounded like a decent idea to him and it wouldn't take more than a moment or two for them to grab the sizes they needed in colors THEY liked. |
Yes, a moment of silence was needed. Though he didn't have a twin, he knew what it was like to have a sister. In fact, he had three of them, and they were all incredibly annoying in their own way. Thankfully neither of them made an appearance like Vera had, though Logan was certain that maybe Bry would have had the opportunity come up. Vasco's response to his suggestion about food was all he needed to hear. "Ditto," he replied, nodding his head in agreement. "And I like your thinking, bro." This was why Vasco was the Ravenclaw and he wasn't. He would have just bought the shirt he was wearing and made a beeline for the door. But, yes, same shirt, different colours. Hopefully the next growth spurt would hold off a bit so he could get enough use out of the shirts. He quickly popped back into the changing room to get back into the shirt he was originally wearing and, carrying the shirt he had just taken off, wandered back to the section of the shop he had gotten it from. There were numerous colours available, honestly too many. Though he found himself grabbing one in black, silver, and maroon. "Let's get outta here," he told Vas, making his way to the counter to pay and then head back into the alley. |
Nancy had grown...two inches? Yeah, it had to be at least two inches...since her last visit to Madam Malkins last term. The joys of being a girl on the cusp of womanhood. She chuckled to herself a little as she thought that, as that was definitely something Violeta would say if she were here. Pushing open the door to the shop, she paused and looked over at the plain old student robes before her eyes wandered over to the dress robes. As far as she was aware, she didn't NEED any dress robes any time soon. They were soooo pretty though. Surely it wouldn't hurt to just...take a peek at them? |
Chellie-Vera Maria was growing into a young woman of 14 years going on 15 and thus she had grown a few more inches over the summer which made her hogwarts clothes too small. She needed a whole new collection, and luckily for her Vera was accompying her on this trip to the clothes store, and not her dads or merlin forbid her brother. Standing in a booth try on a new skirt and white blouse Maria called out to her friend "Vera, do you think I should get a pair of trousers too and a dress?" A dress would be lovely, but they didn't have any special events next year did they? "I'm really glad you could come with me, I wouldn't have wanted to go, and try clothes with my brother Emari in tow which I would have been forced to do if you hadn't accepted." It would have been a challenge for her patience and her mood. Trying out clothes was fun but doing it with Vera she knew would be an extra plus. |
She had reason to be saving her coins as of late, so Vera was not here to purchase but just to be a sounding board and company for her friend. When Maria had asked if she'd tag along, she'd been all too happy to agree. And truthfully, this had been one of the things she'd looked forward to the most about summer. It was nice getting time with her friend, and she was still VERY curious to hear all of the extra details about her and Kion. Even if she was trying reaaaally hard not to badger her favorite Badger. While Maria was trying on a skirt and blouse she'd found, Ve was already flipping through dresses - having found that sundresses and shorts and tops were her favorite go tos for comfortable clothing so she was curious what was around on the racks. Hearing her call out, she glanced back towards the booth and gave a nod - even if it couldn't be currently seen by her friend. "I think you should! It's always good to have options." They never REALLY knew what Hogwarts held for them that year until they arrived. It was so much easier to have a dress readily available just in case, instead of having to rely on Hogsmeade's selections or worse yet... their respective dads. "I'm glad you asked! I love shopping. And last time I came it was with Vasco and Logan." Not technically WITH them but... they were there. "And they were sooo not supportive. So... I definitely get the not wanting to have your brother along thing." Even if hers was probably different too considering her brother was much younger. |
SPOILER!!: Vera The blouse fit much better than the old one, and the same could be said for the skirt. Maria hummed happily to herself as she went out of the booth to peruse the dresses on the rack alongside her friend sympathetically linking their arms together. "The boy's don't get that we need lot's of more time to see, touch , and try out clothes when where in a clothing shop than they do. Sorry Logan, and Vasco weren't very helpful or supportive." Her dads could be trusted with buying clothes for her, but Maria wanted to do it herself this summer with Vera's help. "Shall we try on some dresses together in the same booth? If there is a festivity of some sort next year then I want to be ready to look pretty for Kion, don't you want that too for Logan?" Maria wondered as she picked down a pink dress with sunflowers on it from the rack to try on along with a purple one. |
SPOILER!!: Mariaaaa <3 She so far wasn't finding anything on that racks that she liked for herself, but there was a cute blue dress she ear marked in her mind to bring back Vesper at some point to look at it. If they were going to make sure they were all prepared for the unexpected at Hogwarts, maybe it would be good for her little sister to have an option as well. Feeling Maria'a arm slip through hers, Vera turned her head to give her friend a smile as she gave her arm the smallest squeeze in response. "It's okay! Honestly, it was kinda my fault. I wasn't exactly invited to that particular shopping trip." She giggled and shot her a cheeky smile, before the attention turned back to the racks again and she grabbed a dress that caught her attention. "What do you think of this one?" She held up a form fitting green dress that went to the knee and then had a soft ruffle along the bottom. Renner certainly did his best, and the last time he'd sent her something to wear she had LOVED it. But now that she was closer to 15, she was very certain that her former style was a bit too childish for the way she was hoping to appear at school now. She just worried that Papa would try to send her something that he thought she'd like as opposed to something that looked good. They were very different things now. Hearing the question about trying on some dresses together, Vera began to nod as she kept the green dress in her hand and followed it up by an above knee length red dress that ombre'd down into a white. She'd been so distracted by her selections that she nearly missed the second part of what Maria had said, but once it did in fact register she could feel her face heat a bit as she whipped her head around to look at her friend. "Why would I want to look good for Logan? Him and me is definitely not like you and Kion. He's just my brother's best friend." And he was familiar which was why she spent so much time with him. It would have been Vasco if they'd been in the same house too. Definitely. |
Kath/Anna <3 Shopping alone meant Remy could take all the time in the world, and she was certainly enjoying having a clear head for once despite her upcoming, and probably stressful, school year. She was surprisingly unbothered by it so far. With a few friends who had graduated now, the Gryffindor was feeling a little sad about it, plus mixed emotions about graduating herself. She was excited about taking the next step in her life, building a career, but Hogwarts was too homely to give up easily. Dressed in a flowing, brown dress, Remy entered Madam Malkin's with the intention to pick up some blouses and shirts for school, as her robes and ties were all in pretty good condition from last year. Remy did like to keep herself tidy and proper. At this moment, she was crouched and comparing ankle socks to knee length socks, swaying more towards the knee length to put on immediately as she was getting a little chilly. |
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Maria saw the flush of red that came to Ve's face as she met her friends gaze and held up her hands as if protecting herself as she said "I'm all lovey-dovey because of Kion so maybe I see hearts everywhere, but you could fit with Logan. You like spending time with him don't you, even if he calls you a troll?" Some loves started with fights and words maybe it'd be the same with Vera and Logan? |
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Which was basically what had happened just now. In dress robes that were entirely too big for her but she just HAD to try on because the color and beadwork was so lovely, Anna stepped out of the changing room with the skirt balled up in her hands so she wouldn't trip over it. Her feet shuffled (though she thought she was gliding like a princess) over towards the accessories when she happened upon another princess kneeling around the socks. Socks...hmm...wasn't she supposed to do something with socks today...hmmm... "OH! I know you!" Anna chirped and clapped her hands together, the excessive fabric of the dress robes flopping to the floor. "Your dress is really pretty and really makes your skin look so soft and delicate. Oh! Like a porcelain doll! A really beautiful porcelain doll! Those tend to wear ankle socks with a little frill...or those socks that go up to their knees with a little frill...or really cute leggings! You should get some of those." Anna's ears twitched and she was preeeeeeeeeeetty sure she heard another familiar voice somewhere here in the shop. Maybe if she wasn't so bedazzled by the older blonde before her she could focus more, but the older girl and the socks had Anna befuddled. She really needed to start remembering to check on her Remembrall. |
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Her smile grew watching the younger girl holding up the dress. How stinking precious. “Hello,” she said calmly, not entirely sure if she had crossed paths with her before. Her memory of faces wasn’t what is was, mostly because Remy didn’t care much for new faces or late. The compliments were making her blush, but of course she completely agreed with them all. “Aww, thank you.” She did a little hip wiggle to wave the skirt of her dress a little. “And you look very beautiful, also.” Remy placed the socks on a stool nearby, then quickly glanced through the racks of the dress robes. “I think you’ve got a bit of a bigger size than you need, though.” Unless that was the look she was going for. “Here’s one, although it’s not entirely the same.” Still beautiful, though. Indeed, Remy could see herself as a Madam Malkins employee. |
A giggle escaped her throat at Maria's expression, before she gave an exaggerated toss of her hair and a shrug of her thin shoulders. "I crashed it. I knew where they were going and I was bored soooo easy enough to go do my own shopping and wait for them here." Vasco had been VERY annoyed with her though and her accompanying them did not last long. Which had truly been fine, because she'd had a pleasant enough rest of the day last summer by herself after she'd decided to purchase the dress they were very wrong in their opinion about to spite them. It HAD to have been that the badger was just overly zealous with seeing love everywhere now that she and Kion were officially official. And maybe even if was a subconscious hope they'd date dorm mates so they could double date. But... Vera was Wrapping up the dresses she'd picked, she slowly made her way back towards the changing booths - giving Maria time to catch up as well so they could try their selections together. It was only in moving closer towards other patrons she could hear voices and turned at familiarity of both. Anna was a welcome sight and Vera's face stretched into a larger grin as she waggled her fingers at the girl in greeting, but considering she was in conversation with Atlas' friend Remy she opted to not be rude and disturb them and instead just sent a polite head now towards the older Gryffindor as well. |
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As if this older beauty could not get any cooler, she was reaching for rainbow socks! Anna was wearing one herself (the other had gone missing in the wash as it did from time to time so she had paired it with a white sock with pink and purple bunnies) but it was a little hard to see because of the jeans she was wearing...and excessive amount of fabric because of the dress that was several sizes too big. She did have rainbow laces on her trainers though! Her cheeks blossomed like roses and she patted her cheeks when the compliments returned. "You're beautiful AND kind AND helpful...wooooooow," she sighed and swayed back and forth a bit with the fabric now gathered in both her hands. "I'll try this one on next, I promise. It's hard to find things in my sizes and often mum has to have things taken in because I'm fun sized." She would ask if the girl worked her, but she also remembered seeing her working at Espresso Patronum when dad had stopped in there for a morning coffee and pastry pick up before taking Anna and her sisters to meet mum at St. James' Park for a picnic brunch. In fact...she may have even been the fair maiden to have taken their rather lengthy order. Thankfully no one in her family usually made special orders or elaborate changes to anything and were fairly straight forward with such things. The only issue ever was the sheer volume of orders. "Do your socks get holes in them too? Is it from climbing trees in them? I went through about ten pairs last term and mum is a bit cross with me for it but it is kind of one of those things that you just can't avoid...like fate! Do you paint your toenails? You seem the elegant sort of maiden to paint your toenails in bold colors! Mum won't let me do that either...but I think it is dad who has the issue with nail polish. Daddy would be totally cool with it though...if he weren't off saving the world, that is." |
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Uh oh, word vomit. Remy laughed at the amount information and questions, already lost as to where to start responding. “Climb trees? I haven’t done that in a while.” Back in her youth, yes she would. In fact, seeing bouncing kids like this one made her miss her youth a little. Some would say she was still young but she didn’t feel it recently… more so that the entire world was resting upon her shoulders. “You should be careful, or practise the slowing charm. I could always help with that, if you didn’t already know it.” That felt like a real boring grown up thing to say. TOES!!!! “Oh, of course!!” Remy exclaimed, and pulled her foot out of her trainer, whipped off her sock to show off her emerald green toes, topped with a layer of subtle glitter. She wiggled her toes, excitedly, no care in the world that her foot was exposed to the world. It WASN’T stinky, of course. “Let’s see yours, then.” TOES, that is, if she wouldn’t mind. Remy didn’t think she would. “What’s your name, sweetie?” Because Remy would absolutely need to protect this little one at all costs as her seventh year duties. She was precious. |
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Back on the Logan topic Maria pointed out with a raised brow. "You're repeating yourself Ve. I know Logan is Vasco's best friend. That shouldn't impact how you feel or think about Logan though. Maybe we can go out sometime the four of us? We could play a gobstones match. Us against the boys..." Maria at least liked the idea but somehow she got the feeling that Ve wouldn't be as keen. Thinking of Kion made her face instantly flush red with love. Licking her suddenly lips Maria shared. "Yes, I've seen Kion a few times this summer, , but we owl every week. He is coming over the day after tomorrow to go see a movie with me." Getting a better grip on the dresses Maria followed Vera back toward the chaning booth's grabbing a pair of trousers on the way too. "Shall we grab a booth then for us to try on these pretty dresses?" She wondered as they stopped by the changing booths. |
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Ah... yes. She supposed she was repeating herself but that's because it was the most important part of why the idea of even considering liking Logan was silly. "I think that should absolutely impact how I feel about it. Like... consider it. If you had another brother who was similar in age to us, do you think you'd be genuinely happy if he and I took an interest in each other?" Because if Maria had not been with Kion and Vasco had expressed an interest in her or Sable Ileana.... she wasn't sure that she wouldn't have felt a certain way about that either. Realizing what her comment sounded like too, she rushed to add - her cheeks heating up once again. "Not that I'm at all saying my feelings or even in that direction, I'm just saying if they were considering Vasco's feelings is a lot more important." As for Gobstones... "We can maybe try playing a friendly match, but I'm not sure he'd even want to. Maybe we can find someone cute and who I am interested in instead!" Not that she had an idea of who that could be yet but... considering the rumors, maybe it was a good idea to look for someone. She was more than happy for the conversation to turn to Maria'a relationship and Vera grinned as she got that look on her face while she talked about her boyfriend. It was really really cute. "A movie sounds like fun! Do you ever get nervous or not really know what to say on your dates with him?" As someone who had never been on a date, she was very curious. Glancing at the open booths and spotting one, Ve gave a nod in agreement at Maria's question. "Let's do it! That one looks open?" [/color] |
Text Cut: fairy godmother of high fashion and compassion...working title...now toes has to be in there somewhere Anna's subconscious was firing on all chandeliers thanks to all the background gossip going on inside Madam Malkin's, but thankfully for the absolutely stunning older blonde lioness in front of her...she had captured the Hufflepuff's full attention. She did always try to give anyone she was talking to her full undivided attention but it could be hard sometimes because she did have a very active and vivid mind that had zero chill according to most. Exhausting, even, according to some. "You are too kind! I haven't even done anything for you other than interrupt your sock viewing. I overheard some older students talking about ankles once...are you going to try to impress someone by having cute and potentially colorful ankles? It was all the rage way back when like...our great great great grandparents were youthful...maybe a couple of more greats. But cute ankles were all the rage and very fashionable! You already have really cute ankles though...like sleek pearl buttons on a really nice blouse or dress." Anna could honestly attest to that without speculation since the older girl had really just shown her! Anna's eyes widened and sparkled at the offer that this beautiful creature would take her under her wing like this and teach her something that would, literally, help you soar to new heights. She couldn't wait to tell Solomon and Reuben! Maybe Aurora too. And Violeta. And a lot of people. This was going to be a game changer! "You'd really teach me? Wow, thank you!" she squeaked while lunging herself forward (it was more like she was tripping but tripping with intention). "I'll find a way to repay you for all your kindness! You know...you're like a Fairy Godmother. You gave me a new dress like Cinderella and we are talking about feet and toes and that is where you wear glass slippers and there is magic!" She was struggling to really get her feet out from beneath the dress once she properly untangled herself so she could show her dainty little feet, but she could at least do the proper thing and belated introduce herself! Or remind the older girl, maybe. She surely had so many subjects under her care as a sparkling seventh year it was probably hard to keep track of everyone. "I'm Anna! Anna Walles and I'll be a third year this coming term. I'm a Hufflepuffle." And then she caught the time from the clock on the wall in the corner of her eye. "Oh gosh! Fairy Godmother? The clock is about to strike midnight for me so I think I have to scurry off before I turn into a pumpkin. Can we meet again? The latest being maybe the Hogwarts Express or feast or maaaaaaybe first day of school? I'll bring treats for us to rejuvenate from practicing the Slowing Charm!" |
SPOILER!!: “compassionate toes” Remy had not noticed the other customers in the store, mostly because she didn’t care for gossip unless it was from her direct friend group and their associates. Silly tales of fourth years was soooooooo last century for Remy, but she remembered it well. Dramatic times, indeed. Likewise, Anna also had Remy’s full attention. She could’ve snort!laughed at the way Anna was going on, about cute ankles and ‘sock viewing’. It was soooo cute but also hilarious. “Nobody to impress, unfortunately…other than you!” The younger girl probably wasn’t asking if Remy had a boyfriend or girlfriend so Remy was vague with her answer. Unbeknownst to her what she was doing wrong, of course, to have NEVER had a boyfriend. How embarrassing. “Why thank you, I don’t think my ankles have ever received such a compliment.” She beamed. “Of course I would. I’d love to teach one day, so teaching younger students like yourself would bring me so much joy!” She hasn’t really voiced her want to teach before, but her love of charms and transfiguration, in particular, was shining through recently. “It isn’t too complicated, but super fun and helpful to know,” she paused, “I’m happy to help with any other spells you were interested in, too.” Giggling at the Fairy Godmother reference, Remy flicked her hair. “What kind of Fairy Godmother would I be if I expected a repayment?!” she exclaimed. A third year, awww. Why did Remy think she was younger than that…? “Remy Gaeltheos, seventh year Gryffindor.” WEIRD to say. Also weird to introduce herself so formally. It felt like she needed to shake her hand, but she refrained, especially since Anna was now about to flee. “I’ll absolutely see you at the feast.” Since she was one to enjoy a quiet train ride before the chaos of term began. |
Maebry was (probably) old enough to not need her hand holding, but Winifred was feeling even more protective than usual, given the sheer number of people in the Alley, and the general buzz of anticipation that she expected after news of their impending She could see how awful the uniforms were, though. Didn't need to take her glasses off for that. With a grimace, she turned to the younger girl. "Do you think we could customise them? Maybe embroider flowers all over yours?" |
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Today she had on her fairy wings and her daisy sunglasses but had left her hair alone. Wigs made her head sweaty and she didn't want to try on any robes with a silly coloured wig on. Ever the sunshine, Maebry responded to Win's grimace with her biggest smile. "I think they'll be what we make them! We might not have to wear disguises if we dress like everyone else..." |
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Maebry's flower of feelings was the sweetest thing between her and Gen, and knowing how much it meant to the little girl it always made Winifred feel incredibly loved when she had her hand squeezed by the corresponding palm. She wasn't supposed to have favourites, of course, but sometimes Maebry just was. It was the cuteness, she was sure. And the sunshine smile, that seemed to ease Win's worrying ever so slightly. "Hmm, you think?" She let go of the younger girls hand to pull a cloak up against herself. "Whatcha think? Unrecognisable?" |
Boo <3 Being a grandmother had been something the fifty-five year had been longing for for years and then suddenly along can three. Granted two had yet to be born and the other was a fully fledged mini adult whom she didn’t know existed until a few weeks ago. Naturally, being the maternal and nurturing lady she was due to decades of being a Healer and now an educator, it hadn’t taken long for Trixie to form a bond with the red head. Sadly her son Daniel was working through his own issues and hadn’t quite committed to socialising with his child yet beyond the family dinners the blonde had been organising to break the ice between the two. The light in the tunnel however was that Daniel was at least acknowledging Rowan’s existence and was even attempting to relate over talks of potions and brewing techniques. For Daniel this was certainly progress. Today Trixie had been able to persuade Rowan’s mother to allow her to accompany her granddaughter to Diagon Alley and pick up her first set of robes. After a quick trip in the Floo Network they arrived at the door to Malkins, the little bell above the door ringing as she held it open for the thirteen year old. “I’m afraid the Hogwarts robes aren’t the most stylish thing you’ll ever wear” she softly chuckled. |
Rowan had endured the grounding by her mother– a time she spent in sullen limbo over her newly found family. She couldn't even communicate with them, and after how it had been left with Daniel, it had broken her heart. But she was better now, and in a bright mood. She had since spent a lot of time since at the Broadmoors beautiful home in Cornwall, getting to know them. Quite tellingly Daniel was absent in general, but she was content to bond with her new grandparents and aunties. She knew getting them to like her was a step in getting Daniel to warm to her. The mood, however, always changed when Daniel made an appearance. It was like trying to get to know your stern school principal. Conversation was polite and centred around things that Rowan knew he was interested in. It was an attempt to soften him. She did share his love of potions, but she, like him, struggled in showing affection.. so things were currently at an impasse with daddy dearest. Trixie had been a guiding light in all of this. From the moment Rowan found her, to right here today shopping for robes in Madam Malkins. Rowan entered the shop and looked around, a small shrug of the shoulder. “They're black.” She gave her gran a smile. “As long as they're comfortable and not itchy, they'll do just fine.” She walked over to the rack of shapeless garments and ran her hand over them. “They're a sign of new beginnings. I'm actually looking forward to starting Hogwarts.” |
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Which is why she (and her wings) slipped inside of the robes held up against Win's body and cuddled her oldest sister tightly. "You look like my favourite Winnie. The prettiest Winnie." |
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Win was about to put the robes back when the hug happened, and that insecurity that had formed a hard ball in her chest began to melt away. Not completely, it was always there in some form, but it was much smaller when she hugged back. "I'm the only Winnie you know," she pointed out, teasing even as she dropped a kiss on the younger girls head. And whilst she wasn't fond of 'Winnie' (it reminded her of the bear, and that annoyed her), she'd let it go. |
"so what do you need again?" asked his father, walking down the row of shops in awe. Mathius ambling in a kind of daze as well, shock and awe would have been an understatement. "Magic, actual real magic..." said the tall grey haired man. Mr. Slever, an average joe of average joes, common as muck and proud of it. He never suspected his child was a wizard, Porridge yes, wizard no. "I need some work robes..." Mathius eventually said, looking over his list of school supplies. What at first may have looked like a grey scarf around his neck, was in fact a squashy grey colored cat. Only one of it's eyes was cracked just enough keep tabs on it's environment. After much gandering at this and that, the two happen across Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. His father reached into his pocket, and pulled out a hand full of coins. "Here..." he said dubiously "you deal with the shop, i'll have a look around, and i'll meet you back here" With a nod, he took the money and entered to the building. Bolts of cloth, robes of all make and manner greeted him from the walls. He cleared his throat in a way that sounded even apologetic, "Excuse me?" he called "I hate to bother you, but i need some robes for school" The cat only rolled her eye, "The boy is as wet as a thunder storm sandwich..." she thought, achieving more of a saggy water balloon lounge around his shoulders. |
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And just like that, she was distracted by something else. "Do you think we could get the Grimoire logo instead of a house one? I think I belong better to Grimoire than a colour. |
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She moved toward the racks, looking for her size. She was sure that most of the shoppers needing new robes were first years. Older students were more likely to need altering, though of course they would sometimes need new robes if something had happened to their old ones. Alissa pushed past the shorter robes until she got to a rack of some closer to her size. As she did, she overheard a girl around her age talking to an older woman. It wasn't like she was trying to eavesdrop. Just that she was in the same area and happened to hear what she was saying. "Excuse me," she said politely. "Did I hear you say you were new to Hogwarts?" |
+ mention of Alissa SPOILER!!: Rowan It was a relief that Rowan wasn’t as self absorbed as Trixie was when it came to the choice of school robes. Having attended Beauxbatons for the first four years of her education and adoring the feminine baby blues and French fashion twist, it was quite a shock to transfer into the dull, shapeless robes that Hogwarts favoured. In fact there might have been a sulk or two directed at her parents on behalf of the then fifteen year old. Not that she regretted the transfer, not at all. “They’re certain comfortable. If there is any itchiness I’m sure I can muster up a spell or two in order to help” she smiled softly. “Besides, once your house is revealed you’ll get to add a little colour with your school tie.” It would of course be the cherry on top if Rowan, like her father and paternal grandparents, was sorted into Slytherin but then her house didn’t really matter that much in the long run for friends could be made in any of the houses. “I’m not exaggerating when I say they’ll become some of the best years of your life. The experience is truly like no other.” From the first view of the Hogwarts Express at Kings Cross, the magnificent looming view of the castle by night as you pull up in the carriages to the last time you step into the Great Hall in your seventh year, the whole emotional package could never be replicated. It wasn’t long into the conversation where the pair was approached by another young lady with questions for Rowan. The girl received a friendly smile before Trixie squeezed Rowan’s shoulder encouragingly and returned to flicking through the rails. |
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"I'm the lucky one, 'Bry," she added, before her sister changed the subject. But what a subject change it was. Winifred tapped her lip thoughtfully. "I think belonging to Grimoire is the best thing you've said all day," she managed after a moment, an idea brewing. "But I'm sure you'll fit in perfectly, whatever house." As for her idea... Well, she'd seen changing badges before - design, logo, colour all switching either at a touch or at intervals. And wouldn't it be cool if she mastered that spell, for them all? |
Trixie and Alissa! <3 “Well..” Rowan said, looking through the rack. “There's not an awful lot of choice so this should be easy.” She pulled out a set of robes and looked them. “I'll need a shirt too and a jumper, if you don't mind. But I think my old skirts and trousers still fit me from my muggle uniform. They'll be perfectly fine.” She held the robes against herself and looked in the mirror. “I've never worn witch clothes before.” So the black shapeless pieces were something of a novelty to Rowan. She looked back at Trixie and smiled softly as she talked of Hogwarts and her own experience. “It will be so strange using magic all the time. I've had to repress it at school. It was sometimes a challenge.” She chuckled softly. She took a step, about to head over to the shirts, when a girl spoke to her, obviously overhearing her conversation with Trixie. She noted the girl to be around her age. Rowan was doing well making acquaintances before even making it to school. It was good. Starting later than everyone else would come with it's own challenges, but this made it less of a burden. “Oh yes. I'm starting this term.” The question must have been asked for a reason. And from it Rowan deduced that this girl was in the same situation and beginning Hogwarts later than the other students. “I take it you're in the same boat.” She offered the girl a warm smile. |
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She nodded in response to the other girl. She also gave a small, shy smile to the woman with her. She hoped she wasn't being rude and interrupting their conversation. She'd just been excited. "I am. I went to Ilvermorny, but my family just moved here so I'll be starting at Hogwarts this term. I'll be a fourth year, what about you?" Imagine if they were in the same year, and the same house. Then they could be bffs. Well, they could theoretically be bffs anyway, but she was imagining being bffs with at least one of her dormmates. |
Alyx Stone, a calm but brutally honest, first-year student about to make her way to Hogwarts, walked into Madam Malkin's for the first time. She saw the other students milling about but they all looked older than her. She wondered what life at Hogwarts would be like... Alyx was a muggle-born, with very little knowledge of the magical world. She didn't know how magic worked, she didn't know where it came from, and she didn't know any spells. She wasn't sure how strong her gift was, but when she was born a two week rainstorm happened and started while her mum was in labor. She was an only child, and her father worked as a Doctor. She didn't know much about his job either. She was still young and naive. She didn't ever feel at home with her parents. She just knew she was... "different." She was alone in Diagon Alley, her parents were not that supportive of her going to Hogwarts and said that, "this was a journey you must go on alone." Alyx needed to get everything she would need for the first year completely alone. She didn't want to arrive at school unprepared. She already had a trunk, She just needed to fill it. She was hoping it would have enough space for all of her things. She wandered in the shop looking to get all of her clothes she would need for the entire year.. "Uh, Hello? Can someone help me? I'd like to be fitted for my first year." |
SPOILER!!: Row Row Row Your Boat It was for certain that Hogwarts didn’t endorse creative freedom when it came to uniforms which in the grand scheme of things was evidently a good thing but Trixie hadn’t thought as much as a teenager. “No, it’s really quite basic but at least it’s something easy to find.” She scoured through the rail looking for the right size which she pulled out and held against Rowan. “This one looks a better length.” The blonde folded it neatly over her arm before moving on to the next section. “You can have as much as you need, sweetheart. Don’t worry about the cost.” Believe her, she never looked at prices. The perks of being from a wealthy family AND working extremely hard at her career to get to the point she was at now. “It’s not that different, it just might look a little odd at first. Unfortunately the magical community is a few decades behind when it comes to being fashionable” she giggled. For starters they still paraded around in cloaks and pointed hats. “That never changes. I’ve lost count the number of times I’ve had to repress using magic around Freddie— your Grandpa’s extended family. It almost becomes too easy that you just forget.” She had passed fifty-five years without breaking the Statute of Secrecy however so it was going well so far. As the other girl joined Rowan, the former Head Girl continued browsing around the shop and indulging in a spot of people watching. Her maternal instincts kicked in every time she saw a little first year asking for help wanting to scoop them up and guide them through such a pivotal experience however she thought better of it. Firstly these children didn’t know her and despite how trustworthy the Healer was she wouldn’t be offended if they didn’t trust her and secondly, she didn’t actually know where any of the stock was as she clearly didn’t work there. That didn’t stop her from offering the sweet kids a warm smile though, just to help ease their nerves. |
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She listened to Trixie while she absently looked through the racks. “I mean.. for us, using magic is like breathing. It comes naturally. I've lost count of the times I've come this close to hexing one of the annoying boys at school.” She laughed lightly, obviously joking. “Freddie was very late to magic wasn't he?” She asked curiously. “No wonder he rarely uses it.” The bland robes were fine - Rowan didn't mind them at all. If they had to wear something like that at her muggle school, however, the girls would no doubt have customised them into something more fashionable. She paused and turned to Trixie to let her try a set against her. “These will give me room to grow as well. You must have a lot of experience of this. With your five children all going to Hogwarts.” She could just imagine the outgoing excitement of Tabitha, and Ruby and Holly's joy, albeit more subdued than Tabby's. And then Daniel and Isaac... She wondered what they were like as boys having to go supplies shopping with their mum. Daniel didn't talk much about his childhood. Daniel didn't talk much at all. He was still an enigma to the young redhead. And Rowan, sadly, still didn't know anything about Isaac. As Trixie went about looking at the clothing, Rowan turned her attention to the other girl. Quote:
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As generic as the jumper was, if Rowan liked it then Trixie was not going to deny her it. “You can have whatever you want.” She’d buy her the whole shop if she really wanted although it would be an unnecessary waste of resources. Perhaps she was trying to make up for the years of lost time or for her son’s reluctance to actually step up to the mantle of being a father. Either way the blonde couldn’t be faulted for her generosity. Hexing annoying boys sounded like something Trixie would’ve done, except she was rather more adept with a Beaters bat and a Bludger directed accidentally towards annoying boys who happened to be in its path. “I wouldn’t entirely blame you there although I find it’s best not to draw attention to yourself no matter how annoying the boy is” she chuckled lightly. “My boys were unfortunately not very good at keeping themselves out of trouble.” Yes that meant her father, although Isaac was more proficient with the hexing whereas Daniel was cruel with his words. “Freddie was seventeen, he didn’t come to Hogwarts until his final year.” Talk about being thrown completely in the deep end. “Thankfully he’s actually a very insightful and intelligent man so picking it up wasn’t too difficult but I do still think he’s more comfortable with being in a Muggle environment.” Trixie wasn’t the type to push him either, she’d rather her husband just be happy. “His younger siblings were late to magic too.” It must have been a familial thing although it hadn’t been passed down to their own children. The shopping experience had been entirely different for each of the children. “With Tabitha it was like a tornado whipping through each shop, Ruby was considerably quieter and relied on her sister for guidance. The twins couldn’t care less and Holly.. well it was extra special for her.” Freddie had also taken the drivers seat for that one which was a joy to see. She thought Ruby was a true Daddy’s girl but Freddie was extra protective of their youngest. |
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The Cat on his shoulder looked at her with it's green gold eyes sharply, this cat expression was reserved for those who possibly dislike cats. Mathius turned around at the person who nearly mirrored his own request, "First year too huh?" shrugging his shoulders, barely displacing the beast seated there. He felt a little out of place in this magical seamstress wearing husky khaki shorts and a "Godzilla Vs. Destoroyah" T-shirt. "So... This Alley is really amazing..." unsure of what to say to a magical folk, or how he should react. |
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"I'm new to all this magic stuff. I don't know anything about it really. I'm a complete newbie." She responded to his second statement by simply saying, "we are in Diagon Alley now, but imagine Knockturn Alley. I've seen signs for it, the people who come from that area seem quite disheveled. Are you new to magic? Like, are you a muggle-born too?" Alyx wondered, crossing her arms around her chest. She liked this person. He seemed nice. She wondered if everyone at Hogwarts would be this friendly. She blurted out, "Would you like to sit with me on the Hogwarts Express? I need to get more things from Diagon Alley, but when we are on the train we can sit together if you want..." |
Mathius laughed, causing his cat to jiggle slightly and open an eye. "Same here, I only learned about REAL magic a couple of months ago..." He sighed and nodded, "Indeed, both mom and dad wouldn't know sorcery if they found it eating their dinner. You could also say my hocus pocus isn't tough enough, and my mumbo jumbo doesn't measure up... yet" He concluded with a sly grin. With her question he was slightly shocked, and more then a little humbled. In all honesty you could count Mathius's total friends on a blind butchers hand, "Uh, yeah sure... Sounds good to me" He offered his hand, "My names Mathius... but I go by other names like "Hey you" "I think he went this way" and my personal favorite "Don't let him get away". |
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Romy was here to buy her Hogwarts uniforms. Her non-magical parents were at Flourish & Blotts, helping her to buy her spellbooks. The 11-year-old strolled through the shop and found what she was looking for with little difficulty. She wondered if she should try out the robes in the dressing room. They were just black robes, but she did want to look nice at school. |
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At least, she told herself it was just going to be one or two. And yet after perusing, she somehow managed to laden herself with around 7 or so dresses to try on. Where this sudden shopping stamina came from, she didn't really know. But she was pretty certain it had to do with her constant preoccupation with a certain Hufflepuff as of late. Hoisting her options higher in her arms again, Tam made to move towards the dressing room before noticing another student who looked like she might have be in need as well. From what she could tell, there was currently only one open and she certainly was going to take more time. Approaching the girl, she gave a small smile. "Um, excuse me. Do you need the dressing room too? It looks like that one might be open!" with her arms busy, the strawberry blonde just jutted her chin out in the direction of the curtain pulled back. |
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“That would be great, thanks… Oh, do you know if this size I picked would fit me?” she asked. If the other girl had been to Hogwarts and worn the uniforms before, she might know. Choosing the fitting size before trying the blouse on would save time in the dressing room. |
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"Happy to!" Tamara replied, another smile before she quickly turned where that particular item could be located, grabbing a fresh one but not yet putting back the other. She would hand it over to a store clerk later so it could be properly cleaned before ready for sale again. Fresh article acquired, she returned to the younger student and held it out towards her. "Here you go!" At the second question, Tam peered at the size before moving once more to where that item could be found and making a quick return. "That's the size I usually where and it looks like you might be a little bit slighter than me, so the next size down would probably fit you nicely! Here, you can try both though." Another item was passed before the Ravenclaw realized her manners were clearly escaping her. "Oh! I'm Tamara, by the way. Are you a Hogwarts student too?" |
For Michelle! Radhika may have gotten her new robes when Sachin and Conley had bought all her new clothing for Hogwarts that previous summer. However, Levi… Levi too was growing so quickly that Sachin found himself shopping for clothing for his almost-ten-year-old son quite a bit. Just what was on his list today? Gloves. The pair Levi currently used was also slightly worn and fitting a little too snugly for Sachin’s liking. Since he had a bit of free time currently, the British Ambassador to india strolled into Madam Malkins with the intention of finding the nicest pair of gloves for Levi… and maybe he’d find something for his husband too. Okay, not maybe; he definitely would. But first, he would just browse through the extensive inventory. Maybe something of his liking would catch his eye. |
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Josephine entered into the clothing shop. She wiped her boots on the mat in front of the door. Then she headed to the dresses to look for a new dress for work. She saw the most perfect pink dress she's ever seen. Took it from the rack, looking at the size. She was happy it was her size so she went to changing room to try it on. After it on, she looked at herself in the large mirror. She looked prefect, she changed back into jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie. Then putting on her boots. She looked around for anything else she wanted. Then saw a man looking at gloves. She tried not to stare at him." |
SPOILER!!: Josephine! So far, Sachin had not find anything that particularly spoke to him. That was fine as he usually bought clothing for him and Conley during trips to India, and given his job, those trips happened often enough. Another was already in the works so with that reminder in mind, Sachin moved onto the another part of the shop on the hunt for gloves for a soon-to-be ten year old. That’s when he saw a woman continuously looking in his direction. Pretending not to notice this, Sachin began going through the glove sizes. He knew his son’s measurements quite well enough to not need to have Levi actually present for a fitting. |
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SPOILER!!: Josephine! After a moment, Sachin forgot about the woman, and had finally narrowed down the choices to two gloves, both sporting a different pattern. One of them bore Snitches on them. He wasn’t sure if Levi would get into Quidditch but the little guy sure loved broomsticks. So it was the latter patterned one he selected. Just as Sach was replacing the Snitch glove, he heard footsteps in his direction. He wasn't sure what to make of the question but he eyed the dress briefly then nodded. “I just might suit you.” But the woman would know the answer to the question because she alone knew her preferences best, yes? |
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As Xerxes opened the shop door, a little bell rang. He looked around and didn't immediately see the shopkeeper. He mulled around, looking at the manikins wearing a beautiful display of the latest wizarding fashions. He then waited patiently at the counter to assisted. Shortly thereafter, a kindly plump woman came up to assist him. “Do you need something deary?” she said. “Yes, please.” Replied Xerxes. “I’m going to be starting my first year at Hogwarts, so I need all my new textbooks. I have the book list here if you need.” “Not at all.” the shopkeeper said cheerfully. “We got the lot in today so I already know the Hogwarts book list by heart.” She swept from behind the counter whisked around the store, grabbing book after book as she went. Xerxes followed her at nervous pace, taking each book in turn as she handed it to him without even looking. They returned to the counter where she rang up Xerxes purchases. “That’ll be 11 galleons, 14 sickles, and 26 knuts.” she rattled off quite quickly. “I only have galleons, but here’s 12. You can keep the change for yourself for being so nice….and very efficient” Xerxes told her, retrieving the money from inside his robes. “Thanks again for everything.” He took his newly purchased textbooks and went off to find his parents, who had said they were getting him ‘a surprise’. |
Rose Pearl stroke into the shop, seeing the employees standing in front of customer as going about their daily duties. Rose smiled. "Im about to go to Hogwarts!!" She whispered to herself, elated by the thought. "This is my new beginning." She walked over to the counter and thought about ringing the bell buy decided against it. The employees could see her, she decided to wait patiently. |
open :3 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. |
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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. |
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The robe shifted once more between his fingers, the fabric catching the light just enough to reveal what it was trying to hide: a faint, almost organic sheen, like overlapping leaves pressed into shadow. Frondescence, if you knew what to look for. Or maybe feathers... Which, admittedly, would be ironic. His gaze flicked sideways, finally, toward her and there was a brief pause (just long enough to register the comment in full, eyes included) before the corner of his mouth lifted into an easy smile bordering on amused. "Mmhm," he hummed softly, turning the hanger a fraction as though genuinely reconsidering it under her suggestion. "You think so?" The robe lowered a fraction, but he didn't put it back. "I tend to make most things work," he went on lightly, one shoulder rising in a loose, unbothered shrug. "Noir, brun… doesn't matter too much. Buuuuuut... if you've got a vision, I'm open to being convinced." |
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Fortunately though, there was incalescent light when his mouth lifted into a smile. Bee hadn't meant to be condescending or hurtful with her remarks and she was grateful that he hadn't taken it such. Why did she care about his approval though? Perhaps because just maybe this was going to be the year that she finally came out of her cocoon and made a couple friends beyond Aurora. She still talked to her friends via post back in the states, so why couldn't she make friends over in her new school? "Definitely. When in doubt, always match the eyes. But," she paused considering, "both are neutrals, which is why they both work. However, there's a difference in fashion when it comes to mere making things work, and standing out. I trust, you seem old enough where making leading a positive first impression is where standing out can make the difference." It wasn't as blazing as wearing vivid colors, but the simplistic art of showing up well-coordinated was definitely bound to leave that positive tastes. |
Jae’s gaze flicked from the robe to her, the faintest lift of a brow teasing, as if weighing her words rather than dismissing them ― and not the slightest hint of offense marred his easy composure and grin. "Mmmm," he hummed, tilting the hanger just enough for the fabric to catch the light, letting the shimmer trace a slow arc before his attention drifted back to her. "So... you’re saying I don't stand out already?" The corner of his mouth tugged into a curve that wasn't quite a smirk, but it was certainly an invitation to reconsider. "Matching the eyes, though…" His head tipped to the side, hair sweeping across his brow as a soft breath of amusement escaped him. "Dangerous game. I'd have the entire room staring.” His shoulders lifted in a small shrug, the motion almost languid. "But," he continued, letting his fingers drift down the front of the robe in a slow intimate swipe before letting it fall back into place, "I've had my fill of dressing for other people and their first impressions… even if, technically, this is still for other people." An audition that was for himself, but an audition where he was judged by others. His gaze returned to her and a flicker of mischief lighting the amber in his eyes. "I'm partial to jewel tones," he mused, the words curling around the air between them. "Emerald greens. Deep sapphire blues… colors with depth." His smirk deepened. "But, alas, dress code calls for black this go-around." The hanger spun once between his fingers, the motion almost a dance itself. He tilted it slightly, imagining a deep maroon for his hair, gold accents glinting just so ― nothing on the call sheet suggested that was off-limits, after all. "So," he added, "if you happen to find this perfect shade of brown you're imagining… I suppose I could be enticed to try it on ― for the color theory, of course." He held her gaze a fraction longer, yet another unspoken invitation woven into the tilt of his head and the ghost of a grin. |
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