You look through the recently frosted pink-trim windows, at the dim lit shop floor; to see some of the most beautiful vintage clothing. Curious, you step into the fuchsia carpeted floor, soft, on your weary boots. The rustle of taffeta and the shimmer of silk whistles in your ear as you make your way to the front of the shop, where two young men are tending the shop. Feel free to make any inquiries regarding any specific clothes. You may access our catalogue here!
- "I don't break rules. I merely test their elasticity." Message Me - 20:47, August 3, 2017 (UTC)
That gala with Eric has made Cedrica realise that she seriously needs to update her wardrobe; so, she's here, rifling through the many gorgeous party dresses that are on sale. There's a cup of coffee in her hand, slowly going cold.
He recently decided to change his wardrobe from literally just black, and he's been pleasantly surprised with the results. So he's back, perusing the store for some more things to try. He ruffles a few sale rack items (because that's where all the best shit is). Alas, the only things he sees are shirts that are way too oversized and green courdroy trousers. Green. Contemplating the hits and misses, and ultimately polarising nature of hipster clothing, he makes his way to another part of the store, accidentally walking into Cedrica.
- "I don't break rules. I merely test their elasticity." Message Me - 20:55, August 3, 2017 (UTC)
For the least sporty person in existence, she has pretty good coordination; enough for the coffee to not completely spill. Looking up at whomever just barged into her with wide eyes, she softens slightly when she realises that it's just another customer (and a handsome one at that), and a bright smile crosses her face. "Hypnotised by all the class?" she smirks, gesturing to a particularly trashy-looking outfit on a hanger.
He chuckles, "I'm so sorry. I just got really distracted by this piece." He says, pulling out a crocheted dress, yes. You heard right. "The elegance. The artistry." He says, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "It enchanted me, and I was gone."
- "I don't break rules. I merely test their elasticity." Message Me - 21:05, August 3, 2017 (UTC)
She laughs, shakes her head in amusement. The plastic rustles as she lets go and draws another hanger forward, revealing a just-as-ugly dress. "I'm sure there's someone out there who could pull this off. Somewhere. Somehow."
"You think?" he squints, trying to decide what the focal point of this dress is. "Five sickles says you won't try it on." He's not sure why he's being so friendly with this girl. But she seems really cool so he's just rolling with it.
- "I don't break rules. I merely test their elasticity." Message Me - 21:12, August 3, 2017 (UTC)
"You can keep your damn Sickles," she retorts with wide eyes, wrapping her hands around the coffee cup, warming herself up. "I have at least some sort of reputation to uphold, and a photo of me wearing that is not going viral on Witchagram, ta very much." She smirks, looking back at the green courdroys she noticed him looking at earlier. "Are you going to try them on?"
"What, you one of those socialite types? Royalty?" He chuckles, "You could become witchagram famous if you wore it?" He suggests, before looking at the green courdroys. "I honestly think I'm barely passing off my current outfit, I can go no edgier."
- "I don't break rules. I merely test their elasticity." Message Me - 21:18, August 3, 2017 (UTC)
Thankfully, she isn't royalty. "Ministry Head," she offers in minor explanation, then quirks an eyebrow at his remark about the outfit. "You're carrying off that outfit to a T, if you ask me. I wish I could wear a jacket like that and actually make it go with things."
He chuckles, "Fancy. I also see why you wouldn't want that publicised." He grins, "Thanks. I'm used to wearing black....and different shades of black. So this is...new for me." He says, trying not to blush.
- "I don't break rules. I merely test their elasticity." Message Me - 21:23, August 3, 2017 (UTC)
"No, you look nice with colour," she comments kindly, lifting a hand to deftly fix the collar of the jacket. "Black belongs on leather jackets, and those only. You must have looked like a shadow in all black, with that hair."
Liam sat on a bench, flicking through catalog, considering he they had nothing he wanted. After all this place was so damn girly, but they did have nice clothing for men at least, even if it was a little. He continued flicking through, writing something in a notebook ever so often.
With that, he took the catalog back and scribbled something in notebook. 'new girl, doesn't want to see the catalog. That's a first. :/' he went back to flipping through the catalog, nor even bothering to cover the page he had written something in.
Usually people left after he didn't say anything. It made his observations easier and he could pin point the type of person they were. This girl seemed more presisitent then not, so this once he uttered a single word. "Liam."
He nodded as the younger girl spoke her name and of course he erased the word 'new girl' in his notebook and changed it to kata. Then jotted something else besides her name. 'Presistent and kind.' before turning the page to a fresh one.
He shook his head, after all he hadn't gone and his tutor hadn't done a good job at all. That was according to the lady who'd over seen what he had learned. Apparently toads didn't cure cancer, who knew? Apparently everylne except him.
Well...she had been amused at any rate. She'd head back into the changing room and get out of the ridiculous dress, coming back out a few minutes later in what she was actually looking at. "Maybe...something like this ?"
Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable -To be great is to be misunderstood. – 20:52, April 10, 2017 (UTC)~
She'd sigh, clearly torn. "I...like it, but I also don't want to feel...underdressed compared to everyone else at my own wedding." She'd pause. "I...guess we should probably find something more...something."
Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable -To be great is to be misunderstood. – 21:03, April 10, 2017 (UTC)
"You could always dress that one up with a fancy veil or something if you love it."
She'd shrug, then head back into the changing room and come back out in her clothes a minute later. "Alright...what else do you see?"
Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable -To be great is to be misunderstood. – 16:01, April 11, 2017 (UTC)
She looked around. She figured Elle was looking for something simple... understated, but probably elegant. She pulled one out from the racks. "This is kind of the same cut of your other one, but the lace keeps going."
She'd just shake her head. She'd have to actually do it just to mess with Faith. "Well, I think I could probably still do the butterflies too as a headpiece...we'd just need to coordinate the colors with the bridesmaids and groomsmen's clothing."
Faith WillardSlytherin Alumna - Unspeakable -To be great is to be misunderstood. – 23:22, April 11, 2017 (UTC)