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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Mar 19, 2007 15:10:05 GMT -5
What a day of unimaginable happiness! Beni had worked well into the summer with DLC, and they reacted just as well with her paychecks and the chemistry with them. It was something for her to admire and thank everyday. Nothing was going much too much wrong, and there was still plenty of food in cupboard. She had her health, so what did she care?
Her first stop of shopping came towards the Robes shop in Diagon to get a robe, one needed now when her Hogwarts robe was no longer usable (though still hidden somewhere in her old bedroom in her mums' house). She had something particular in mind, and it started to burn into her head once an assistant told her she would have to wait awhile. Staying by, she glanced around some dancinng robes that were embroidered with the occaison's needs. Oh, but Merlin-- no no no! The money saver would need something for every possible event.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 20, 2007 22:10:41 GMT -5
Oh what a day indeed, the most horrid part of everything needed for Hogwarts was the robes. And Felicity could be found being measured for the alterations needed for the second-hand robes her mum had found to be a good price at Madam Malkin's. If it were for any other reason, she'd probably thrown a fit to get out of it, but her mum would hear nothing of it when it came to the dress code at Hogwarts. Robes. There were no other ifs, ands, or buts about it. Being ushered out of another room after having been measured, Felicity stayed in the shoppe as per her mum's request as she'd had some business to finish off and she'd told the young girl she'd be right back. There was nothing left to really do but look at the robes all around while she waited.
The 'dancing robes' happened to be the same one's Felicity had been sorting through, but from the other side of the rack. She figured if she was going to look at them, she might was well not be easily spotted by others that happened in the shoppe. The colors were fantastical, Felicity was amazed at the availability there was, but unfortunately they were still robes and well out of her price range.
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Mar 21, 2007 18:01:12 GMT -5
Beni's hand itched and ached for the browsing to commence, the one little thing she would do before an attendant would come and question her, and the automatic, "Just browsing." response would kick in.
From the doorway where her shopaholic needs were dormant, she ran her hands through the first pretty one she could find: warm pink fleece decorated with stitched purple flowers that would intensfy as it crawled to the bottom. Pink was becoming her favorite color just at the sight of this. She picked it up slowly and put it against her. Ah, perfect fit. And it looked like it would look perfect on her.
Alas, she could only leave it at that. It was worth at least 12 galleons, and her pocket would not be able to withstand the absence of such money. With a slight frown, she shrugged and placed it back. Ben would have to be lucky she wasn't an impulsive shopaholic, or she would have ruined them weeks ago. But she put it to her mind to remember to make something close to it. She had learned the importance of making one's own clothes thanks to her mother's lesson in robe-making.
She continued her browsing, seeing nothing she liked like the first one. Better that way, though, so that she wouldn't think to get one of them. Spotting a girl that had been in the same whirlwind of dancing clothes, she pointed to something nearby. "That robe right there is gorgeous."
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 21, 2007 23:10:24 GMT -5
"Hmmm?" she asked the girl, not having been paying attention to anyone else in the shoppe. Felicity turned her light brown eyes to where the girl, presumably a customer, had pointed. There, right where the girl's finger was directed, was a horrifying robe, the shade of pumpkin with periwinkle pinstripes. How could that thing be gorgeous? After staring for a moment, Felicity averted her eyes from the article and looked around, perhaps the girl was speaking to a friend of hers?
Unfortunately, there was no one else in sight that Felicity could assume the girl had spoken to. Again, her brown eyes returned to the robe. Who in the wizarding world would wear that thing, she didn't know, but it wasn't gorgeous. Staring was most unbecoming, but it led to being observant. No, the girl wasn't really pointing to the robe she'd thought. Instead there was a somewhat hidden one that could've been considered gorgeous, but not ever to Felicity. It was a shimmery white, almost like a muggle wedding gown. There were silver sequins speckled throughout, and the tiniest of rose rhinestones adorning the cuffs of the sleeves. Beyond that bit, she couldn't tell what was there, but she was sure she wasn't in the least bit interested.
Being polite, she smiled at the girl. "I'm afraid it isn't really within my tastes, but I'm sure it would be quite becoming on you." It was said with truth, and the words were told with a sweetness that could be taken as almost too sweet.
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