Sarah entered the clothing store glancing behind her to see if John was following.
I wonder what I should wear to a concert? I've never been to one before...
Looking at the rails and stands filled with what they had to choose from,Sarah sighed. "I guess something casual,I don't think I need to dress up for it."
She picked up a t-shirt.Brown with yellow stripes diagonal across the front.Hmmm not bad,and it has a little Huffie pride with the yellow on it..I like it.

She looked over to the counter and saw that no-one was yet manning the fort,as it were.
"Well I can't pay yet so I may as well have a better look around..."

OOC: Me, Crayola and Tomasina Riddle will be working here.

Clifford who was a little disgruntled about having to work at the clothing store, huffed quietly and made his way to the counter. Honestly, why had Professor Dumont sent him to work HERE!? This was .. girly! At least he had Evangeline and Paris to work with, he supposed. They'd probably give better advice regarding clothing than him.

"Hey," the prefect managed a grin when he noticed a Hufflepuff that looked like they could do with a hand. "You alright there?"

John followed Sarah into the shop and smiled. He though to himself "Now what would stand out and make everyone notice me." He looked around the shop and saw a white tee-shirt with a yellow strips running down the middle and the thrase "I love Conserts on it". "Cool."He thought as he put it over his arms. He then decided that a pair of Blue jeans would go well with them and then he picket up a pair of sun glasses.

"Sarah they suit you." He smiled as he looked at what Sarah had picked up, now where was the shop keeper so they could pay for their stuff before there plane left. "Seems like no one was at the till." He suddenly saw one of those little service bells and he decided he had to press it. the "Ding" sounded through the shop.

Sarah turned when she heard a voice,an older voice she vaguely recognised.
It was then she saw that someone had made their way behind the counter.

"Oh hello," she smiled. "I'm fine I think.Well maybe not I don't know.Have you ever been to a concert? I need to find clothes suitable for going to one and all I have so far is this t-shirt," she said,holding up the item she had taken off the rail.

Oh crap. She wanted advice. Rubbing the back of his neck, Clifford eyed the two young Hufflepuffs before him. "Well.. I've not been to a concert, no." He admitted, head tilting to one side. A concert, huh? Hmmm. "But, I'd recommend something.. casual, y'know? I mean, you dance and jump around at concerts, right? You don't want anything uncomfortable."

Had that helped at all? He hoped so..

"Sarah, how about a yellow skirt?" He asked as he waited for her to make up her mind. "Or a pair of Jeans?" He realy wanted them to look the part and look all lovely for this consert after all it wasn't everyday you got to go to your first consert. John hoped that his outfit was good, well he wasn't going to change it now he just had to wait to pay for it all. He hoped that Sarah was okay.

Paris shook her head. Boys were rubbish at picking out clothes. "You can be comfortable and still look good going to a concert. And it depends on what sort of concert you are going to. I mean if you are going to see a symphony you want a nice dress, but if you are going to see Rhianna you want something spicy and sexy." She said walking over to the couple and Clifford.

William found the clothing store after minutes of wandering around aimlessly, completely lost and confused as he stared at the odd ticket in his hand. He stopped and blinked. Okay how was he supposed to know what people wear to events like this? It was a sporting event of course from what he knew but he had no clue what to wear. A big foam finger perhaps? A shirt with a guys picture on it, one of the big ones, maybe.

Sighing, he put the ticket in his pocket and shuffled up to the counter, a frown etched on his face. "I need some advice, have you ever been to a sporting event?" He asked curiously. "I have no idea what to wear." he explained.

Nia was thoughtful as she entered the clothes store. The fact she couldn't work out what city to go to was annoying her. Especially when she knew exactly what she wanted to see. Grrrrr. Anyway, she was here for an amazing outfit, and with that thought she perked up considerably. She'd seen plenty of pictures, and lots of different outfits came to mind. Themed t-shirts and accessories - but which to choose? Maybe she should ask what sort of thing was available first.

Heading to someone she figured was a shop assistant Nia thought about the type of outfit she wanted. Something cool - and something obvious as to who she was supporting. Yeah, that'd be awesome. "Excuse me," she asked politely, "Could you show me what you have in the way of wrestling gear?" She paused, that was wrong - the assistant might think she wanted stuff to actually wrestle in! That'd be weird. "I mean, stuff to wear to the wrestling - like supportive t-shirts, that kind of thing."

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

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

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

Spicy and sexy!? Uuhhmm. "I think I'll leave you two with Paris here," Clifford mumbled, patting the younger Slytherin's shoulder before heading off. Jeez, he really was useless at this..

... OOOOOH! But this seemed like his thing.

"A sporting event? I've been to plenty o' those," the prefect beamed at a young looking Ravenclaw. "Depends on what you're going to see, I guess.. but I'd recommend wearing your favourite teams kit or something." It's what he did at Quidditch matches!


Wrestling gear? Ooooh. "Okay, well shirts with them wrestler blokes big ugly faces are probably a good idea," he suggested, pointing out a rack of shirts like that. Dumont had stocked this store goood! "Something like this?" he tried, pointing out one in particular. "Hawt, huh?" Ew.. that so wasn't hawt.

Sarah giggled inwardly at the nervousness she seemed to have bought out in the older boy.He obviously wasn't used to girls asking for his advice on clothes.
Mind you he had a good point.She should choose something that would be comfortable,don't know how long the concert is might be wearing it for hours.
"You're right.Comfortable it is.Thanks for the help."

Sarah turned when she heard John's voice.When did he sneak in? Hmmm.
"Oh hi.Yeah maybe.I have skirts at home and like wearing them...."

She took a look at what John had chosen and nodded her head in approval. "Good choice there! Nice shades too!" she gasped,taking them from him and trying them on herself.Glancing in a nearby mirror to check out her reflection she laughed out loud. "Hmmm not such a good look on me I don't think!"

Yet another voice sounded in the room and Sarah turned to see another girl,obviously one of the ones in charge of the shop.
Sarah nodded along with what the girl was saying... "Well it's a pop concert we're going to...Maybe I should go with jeans and this t-shirt I found...Maybe some pumps too.I'm not good in heels,had to wear some to my cousins wedding last year and nearly broke my ankle."
Sighing at that memory she held the shirt up to have another look at it herself.Yes she did like it,that was a definate.Walking over to the rack of jeans,Sarah ran her hand along the dark denim ones until she found her size.
Slinging them over her arm she headed for the shoe section.

Shoe shops were one of lifes great gifts,and browsing them a pleasure.But they were on a tight schedule and Sarah couldn't afford to take very long.
Spotting a pair of yellow pumps...(yes that colour again.This was after all a joint Huffie adventure!),she sat down and tried them on.Perfect fit.

"Thank you for your help," she smiled at the two Slytherin assistants. "I will go with this outfit...what do you think?" she asked them and John while she got the remainder of her money out.

Nia's gaze followed where he pointed. "Triple H, nice," she said, examining the t-shirt. He did look a pretty cool wrestler, but when she had been researching, a couple of others had stood out. Plus she figured it was more of a boyish t-shirt, and she wanted to look cool, not weird. Maybe she could get a boys bigger t-shirt and accessorise with a belt. Oooh, that was an idea...

"Have you any Rey Mysterio tops? Or masks maybe?" He was cool, he always wore a mask from what she remembered. "Or perhaps DX?" Though thinking about it, DX wore green, and that was a slythie colour. Perhaps not quite so good. "And something Hardy boys related? Like those cool ripped sleeved things? Or a pendant? Jeff always has a pendant on in the pictures I've seen."

William nodded, "Well it's a wrestling match and I've never even seen one of those before so yeah I have no idea. Perhaps something with a wrestling logo or something?" He asked, frowning. He should have researched this more before coming into this place he thought looking around at the articles of clothing.

Hmm....

Rian stood still for a little, wondering what she would be wearing when she got to where she needed to be. Casual? Was that the right thing? She bit her lip, looking around. "Sneeze?" she asked, turning around. "Casual?"

Sneeze ran behind Rian, parts of his hair going different ways. "I don't know. I don't think casual, but wait. Do you remember about the fashion class we had? I missed it." Sneeze did miss an awful lot of Muggle Studies classes. He had a scared expresion on his face.

Eeep! Fashion class?!

Rian shook her head, her eyes showing worry. "I...ugh! It's a sporting event for Merlin's sake!" It's not like she'd ever been to one, but it only made sense that people wouldn't dress up for one. They'd want to be comfortable enough that sitting down for a long period of time wouldn't be a bad thing! She shook her head. Stress was not a good thing for her.

"I'm sorry! Don't get mad. Alright then. How about just some comfterable jeans and a t-shirt. It's wrestling, so that should be enough." Sneeze said. He looked around the store and saw some things that might fit him.

WOOOOOOOOHOOO!! Now this was what Evangeline was talking about! Helping students pick their clothes was the BESTEST. Oh yes. But, if it went down to her, all the girls would be leaving the place wearing cute, little, vintage dresses. She wasn't sure if that's was suited though.

Noticing a couple of students seemed to be having some sort of trouble - and since Clifford and Paris were busy - she made her way to them. "Hi there! I'm Evangeline and I'm here to help you, upon request of Professor Dumont. If you need any help, I'm your girl." Oh dear. Maybe having coffee before wasn't such a good idea?

Rian's face flushed with color, and she just nodded silently. She looked down at the floor, then at the clothing around her. She sighed and went over to the shirts. She picked up a plain green t-shirt, then went over to the pants. She found some jeans that were her size, then walked back over to Sneeze. "Tennis shoes?" she asked, making an effort to be calm. "I don't know how much we'll be walking..."

Rian jumped when she heard a voice behind her. She turned around, and saw that it was the Slytherin Prefect. Oh, she was the one helping out here. "Okay," she said cheerfully, smiling at the girl. She was pretty sure this is what she was getting, but she had to decide on shoes...

"We're going to WrestleMania. Do you know anything that would look good to fit in?" Sneeze. He smiled at the person that seemed to have had to much coffee. She seemed nice.

Oh wow. This girl was very.. specific. "We've got just whats on the racks," Clifford told her, rufling his hair nervously. Wrestling wasn't eactly a strong spot and he didn't really know what she was on about. "We've got loads of different shirts, and right over there," he pointed, "there's accesories.. like that pendant you're after."

Just like him the kid didn't seem to know about wrestling. That was good. "I think one of these would be cool," he tried, holding up one of the tshirts they had in stock. "That's ... wrestly, right?"

WrestleMania? Hmmm. Sure, Evangeline was a halfblood, but that didn't mean she actually knew that much about wrestling. Infact, the only thing she knew was what Professor Dumont had taught them before. "Wrestlemaaania ..." The Prefect said, scratching her chin. "From what I've heard, you'll need some comfy, light clothes. Because it's gonna be HOT in there, right?" Well, she figured. So many people in a closed place usually led to warmness. Yes, yes. "And I don't know if you two have a favourite wrestler, but if you do, you should wear a shirt with his face. Or her face. And even if you don't, it's always cool to pretend you know what wrestling is and just pick some random wrestler's shirt. We have quite a few on stock, thanks to Professor Dumont." She nodded enthusiastically at them, before twirling around looking for more stuff. "OOOH! And we have some special accessories related to wrestling, as well"

Hmm....Rian nodded to the girl and, with a flick of her wand and the encantation of a spell, sent the clothes back to where they were suppose to be. When she was empty handed, she looked to Sneeze. "Well, I don't know a thing about Wrestling. Do you have a favorite?"