Eleanor had pretty much lost all her cloth.
She had lost all her clothe, or about ninety nine percent of it, when the water stormed through the girl’s dormitories in the dungeons and it flooded whole place.
It not only flooded the girl’s dorms but the WHOLE dungeons level.
Actually, thanks to the fact that her mother had decided that she wanted to organized her daughter’s trunk for Hogwarts earlier that year, a big part of the clothe Ellie lost weren’t hers, were her sisters.
And she couldn’t like, that kind of made her fell better.

So the slytherin girl was confronted with the fact that she had to go shop for new clothe. Ellie wrinkled her nose as she opened the door of Gladrags’. She didn’t particularly like shopping let alone clothe shopping.
It was , describing it in just one word, tedious.
And she had many motives to think that, she was just too busy trying to speed her visit at Gladrags up so that she could go buy some candy or go back to the castle.. eat cookies ! Because she was really starting to get hungry.
Now that she had started thinking about it, how could the elves cook the amazing chocolate cookies when the kitchen was flooded !?

Ellie had just picked a pair of some dragon hide gloves from a shelf, she was admiring it , and thinking on the gloves Willow had given her years ago, when her shinny hazel eyes widen a little at the though of no more delicious cookies in Hogwarts.
Naaaaaaah, that just simply could not happen. Impossíble.

So Dominic had pretty much settled on the fact that he needed to write Willow a letter, thanks to Vanessa. But since he was already in Hogsmeade for the weekend, he also was in need of some new clothing. Who knew when his mother would be able to get into London with her important potions experiment? Since the flooding of his common room and the whole of the kitchen level - and his decision to NOT take any clothes - they were now ruined, even the pair of trousers he was wearing were slightly water-damaged.

Pulling the door open to Gladrags, the sixteen year old was torn between wanting to keep this shopping expedition brief and wanting to ensure his new robes would look charming (for Willow of course). Though already predetermined for what he would be buying, he knew it wouldn't take too long, so long as they had his size in stock.

One thing that he did NOT, however, expect was to find a certain friend of Willow's in the shop. Certain best friend of Willow Kovac who he inconveniently 'wooed' a couple months prior in London. Half tempted to turn back around and come back later to do his clothes shopping, Dom chewed lamely on his lower lip as he pondered the situation.

But before he could decide to leave, words of Willow herself flashed across his mind. To tell Eleanor 'hi'. Or rather she was merely asking on how his girlfriend was, if he recalled correctly. UGH! Eleanor Bluebell was not, nor would she ever be, his girlfriend! And why would Willow suggest such a thing? It was her best friend. Unless . . .

Ha! Was... could Willow Kovac have been jealous?! Then again, perhaps he was slightly jealous himself of the shopkeeper. But still, this was different! Oh, now how he wanted to talk to Eleanor.

"Oh. Hello Eleanor," the sixth year greeted finally, noticing her own apparent hesitancy in clothes shopping.

Once Eleanor had reached the conclusion that was it was impossible for the elves to stop cookies the amazing chocolate cookies (because it was, even if the kitchen was flooded the elves HAD to find another way to cook them. They just had, period.), she actually really put her mind into finding some nice good clothes so that she could just get out of there in half of the time.

And once Eleanor Bluebell put her mind into something, no one nor anything could stop her.
Okay, if the shop closed, she’d have to give up… but that was a rare exception.

So Ellie put the gloves back in their place. It was a fact that the gloves that her best friend had given her had years, almost six eyes to be more precise, but Ellie didn’t have any need of buying new gloves. The old ones, that despite of being a little smaller, still fitted.
Besides, she had accomplished a lot while she was wearing the old gloves, like when Slytherin own the Quidditch cup and the house cup, she was wearing the gloves Willow had given her.
That gloves gave her luck.

Humnm, maybe they were recharging their luck batteries now, since luck hadn’t shown up very lately, like, in the last couple years.

The brunette then made her way to the robes section and pretty much looked for all the cloth that were her size, and then made a mental, almost instantaneous, selection of the one she did and did not like.
She was already holding a black coat and looking for more things when she heard someone calling her name.
But that person didn’t call her Ellie, he called Eleanor.
And there were only three people in the world that called her that way: Willow, Evangeline and her mother. And there was also the people that didn’t know her at all –the ones that didn’t know that they shouldn’t call her that way because a) she didn’t like it and b) because there were only three people in the whole wide world allowed to call her that way.
Humnm, whole wide world.. that was a little vast..

The Slytherin girl turned around, she had already recognized the boy’s voice. After all, he has the one to who Willow gave a look Ellie had never seen her giving anyone. And then, he had 'wooed' Ellie in the week before the beginning of the term.. And of course that, she’d never forget the voice of the person that had done that, specially when she had not allowed it.
And worst, he actually had done pretty well.
“Dominic Denton.. right? The wooing guy?” The brunette finally spoke t, as if she didn’t remember his name at all, after a few seconds just eyeing him. It looked like there was something about meeting into shops. To be really honest, Ellie wasn’t very pleased with that.

Finally! A trip to Hogsmeade. Lucy had almost literally ran down the street to the Gladsrags Wizardwear. She pushed the door open, causing the bell above the door to ring. She walked over the counter and took out her bag of money and said, "I need 3 pairs of plain robes." She said smiling.

At one point Dominic wasn't even sure that Eleanor had heard him because she seemed to continue with her clothes shopping, without regard to his presence. Biting a lip, he contemplated the choices of either leaving and shopping later for clothes or calling her name again. The sixth year was leaning more towards the former.

But before he could make his leave, she stopped and seemed almost startled by her name being called. Waiting for her turn around, he chewed on his lower lip as she finally took in who it was who called for her. And recognition seemed to dawn on her face at once.

She even remembered his name; but that wasn't what struck Dominic most was the fact of what she said next. 'The wooing guy'. Oh no! She wasn't telling all her friends about that embarrassing ordeal, was she? Cause it didn't really mean anything; anyone should know that. Right? Hopefully.

Clearing his throat, the Hufflepuff took a deep breath as he tried to recollect his thoughts. "Uh... Yes, Dominic Denton, but please do not call me the 'wooing guy'. It was just . . ." What was he supposed to say? Practice to make her best friend jealous? For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to be that harsh. ". . . Unbelievable." He finally settled on a neutral term.

"But um, how are you? Willow was looking for you a month or so ago. You seen her lately?" He hasn't. Not since . . . The awkward Trophy Room incident.

Walking into Gladrags, with Lettie. He starts looking around. Let's see, a scarf, winter gloves, and probably some socks.

Leticia walked in after Ott and immediately headed over to the selection of robes. The ones in the rack Lettie was looking at were already made entirely, so it was just a matter of finding the right set of robes that would fit properly.

After searching the racks, Lettie pulled out a few piees that were her size. Ornlu wasn't helping much, as he was still winding through Lettie's legs almost like he wanted to trip the girl up. "Hey." Lettie said as she held onto her armful of clothing, looking down at her Maine Coon cat, who was sticking very close to her. "I need to balance, unlike you." Leticia walked over to another section of the store and picked out a few pairs of socks and a new scarf.

With his arms laiden with a scarf, gloves, and socks, he grabs a winter hat, and heads to the counter.

Watching Lettie try to deal with Ornlu, he smiles a little bratty isn't he at times... he thinks to himself.

Paying for his purchases, and taking the bags from the shopkeeper, he stands back watching Lettie.

Lettie dropped her purchases on the front counter and waited for her total.

Taking the gold out of her money ouch, Lettie handed the coins to the worker and received the bag in which her clothing was set inside. Ornlu narrowed his yellow-green eyes at Ott and continued to wind his way around his owner's legs. "Will you stop?" Lettie almost pleaded with the cat, who looked up at her and meowed quietly and very adorable.
"Yeah, yeah." She walked over to Ott and took hold of his arm. Ornlu ran ahead of the pair and out the door first, leading the way with his tail held high like he owned everything.

"Wanna head back to the school?" Leticia asked Ott quietly, unsure of whether or not there was anywhere else they needed to visit.

Ahhh how sweet... he thinks watching Ornlu trot ahead of them. "Sounds good to me, I think I'm all set."

Thomas entered the shop and went to the shopkeeper and said, "I would like two pairs of socks and er... one scarf please." He took the clothes from the shopkeeper's desk and left the shop.

Cold, cold, cold!

Brrr!!! Nancy shivered heavily as she quickly stepped into Gladrags Wizardwear. Her hands immediately went up to her ears, and she winced slightly as she had to realize that they were even colder than she had thought. The seriously felt like icicles. But now the slowly, very slowly, seemed to unfreeze again with an uncomfortable tingly sort of feeling.

So, where were the earmuffs? She definitely needed one of those. Now, which color, though? That was the question...

Eleanor kept eyeing the boy that was in front of her. She wasn’t eyeing him in an intimidating or scaring way, but she wasn’t eyeing him in the opposite way either.
She was just.. observing.
She wasn’t “ observing “ him as in observing, She was hummn, observing without second intentions…?
Whatever it was the kind of observation she was doing, she was ,at the same time, trying to be at least, a step up from that Dominic boy.

Ellie didn’t quite like him. It was a fact that she was far from knowing Denton well, but she obviously had to have an opinion, even if it was a little on, about him.
And at this stage, her opinion about Dominic Denton wasn’t the best.

The brunette kept eyeing the boy with a tinny polite on her lips, but she was pretty expressionless. Ok, deep down, seriously deep down, downer then.. downer than the downiest thing that existed on the planet earth, she kind of had to admit that Dominic actually had “wooed” her pretty darn well.
It was actually, kind of embarrassing. .. or some sentiment familiar to that.
As she thought about that, her hazel eyes caught the expression on Dominic’s face right after the moment when she called him “wooing guy”.

Somehow she had the feeling that Dominic was thinking something wrong. Really wrong. “ Oh..Ohh, you see Denton, I’m sure that there is a pretty rational explanation for you to have wooed me out of the blue, against my will.Which I think it was rude, mainly because I had only seen you on the pitch and it was for some seconds. ” There was obviously the possibility of her being reading his expression all wrong. But Ellie was pretty sure she wasn’t. Dominic’s expression kind of told her everything. “But, my sentiments for everything that is related to that wooing ord- episode, die there. ”
She had meant to say ordeal but ah well. Thinking that that wooing episode that meant something to her was insane.
Worst would be having feelings for Dominic just because he had wooed her.
Urgh, for Merlin’s good sake…

And then Ellie’s perfect eyebrows popped up at the boy’s next question. “How am I ? “ She was surprised, seriously, she wasn’t expecting him to ask how she was. “Considering that I had the experience of almost drowning in the kitchens, I’m pretty good. “ she answered to his question. She was about to ask him how he was, just to be polite – and also because she didn’t know what more to say.
But then he mentioned Willow. “She was ?” Now Ellie’s right eyebrow lifted up. “ No, I haven’t. But that’s normal in this time of the year, the first quidditch matches and everything. She’s just – “ busy being the bossy perfectionist captain that she is. the brunette smiled at that though. “- busy being captain.”

And then Ellie saw a pretty opportunity to turn the subject around. “But, how do you know she was looking for me ? Weren't you two not very friendly of each other? ” the girl’s right eyebrow lifted a tinny little more, as she folded her arms across her chest. “Have you seen her lately?” the brunette asked, without sounding too curious.
Eleanor Bluebell was sure that something was going on between Willow and Dominic.
She had no idea of what it was, because she and Willow didn’t talk about everything and anything all the time – but when they did.. oh boy.. – besides, Ellie had been grounded most of the summer so she didn’t have contact with many people, and now, miss Kovac was busy captaining.

But Eleanor knew, she knew that something was going on between those two since that day in Diagon Alley.
She just knew it, even if none had told her anything.

Thomas entered the shop with a scarf raped around his neck. He took of the scarf and went to the shiny wooden desk which was right in front of him. He went to the shopkeeper and asked, "May I have one pair of dragon hive gloves please," He put the money on the counter and took the pair of gloves.