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Post by childoftheuniverse on Jan 24, 2011 2:15:23 GMT 1
Sirius was not a fan of robes.
Not that he had any issue with the actual wearing of them, of course. He had no general issue with clothing. Though, now thinking about it, it would be a lot more convenient (and rather more interesting) if clothing had never been invented. Girls everywhere walking around without robes? And him without any either? It would take out the whole middleman of removing them when things got hot and heavy.
Then, he promptly realized that "girls" would include his lovely mum and all family members, and immediately winces and dropped the thought.
The problem was, as a teenage boy, he was constantly growing and thus, was in constant need of new robes. And the problem with that was that Madam Malkin took a liking to jabbing him in the sides with the needles every once in a while as she tailored them, leaving the boy with a sore body, tired arms (from having to hold them aloft constantly) and only bad memories of the place. He let out a loud and slightly overdramatic groan as he pushed open the door and stepped into the shop.
To his surprise, the owner did not rush toward him, eager to sell some more of her merchandise. In fact, she wasn't in sight at all.
"'Ello?" Sirius called out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And when he received no response, he took to looking around the shop, mentally deciding just how he could prank the woman before she came back to the shop.
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Post by Lena Marie Becket on Jan 24, 2011 9:20:41 GMT 1
Clothing: click meeeLena really wasn't much of a fan of shopping all that much. She did have plenty of money, left from her parents death, but she didn't like to spend it at all. Though she did have a few things she had to get, such as food, some clothing, occasionally books, and obviously, school supplies.Which would explain why she was in Diagon Alley that day, walking around getting attention from a lot of the older witches and wizards from her clothes. Lena, like most of the rest of the students at Hogwarts, wore muggle clothes. But she was one of the ones that was more blatant about it when they returned to the wizard world. She didn't care what other people, strangers on the streets, thought of her. It wasn't as if she had anyone to answer to, as she lived alone.
The job of the day, and her reason for being in Diagon, was that her robes had been ruined by one of her lovely pets. Not that big of a deal, truly, but it meant they had to be replaced and quickly. She sighed and continued down the road, ignoring the whispers as her brown hair fell down her back slightly from her high ponytail. She really did like muggle London more. She faded into the background there. Though the wizarding world did have her friends. Lena had been to Remus' house not long ago, about a month actually, and had spent a week there enjoying the countryside with her closest friend she thought of as a brother. It had been the best week she'd ever had during any of her past 3 summers, since her parents died.
She finally got to Madam Malkins and walked in, head down and not watching in front of her, causing herself to run into someone, making her gasp and teeter on her heels dangerously. Her eyes snapped shut as she waited for the impact of the cold hard floor to her back and head.
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Post by childoftheuniverse on Jan 30, 2011 2:32:13 GMT 1
ooc; Sorry, I know that took forever, and the post doesn't even make up for it. I'll be on every day now!
Sirius had just come up with a brilliant prank idea when he felt the impact as someone ran into him from behind, and thankfully, after years of being on edge after pulling pranks (it's best to be, considering the likelihood of getting caught and beaten), his reflexes were honed and ready. He turned around immediately and reached out, grabbing the person's arms and pulling her back to an upright position, all in the matter of seconds.
It was only when she was stable on her feet once more that Sirius recognized the girl, and his lips involuntarily curled into a grin. Subconsciously, he ran a hand through his hair, then immediately realized when he was doing and shook himself out of the daze, straightening his lips and pressing a finger against them. "Shh," he whispered as a warning, ducking into a row of robes and pulling the girl with him. He crouched down, motioning for her to do the same. "I need your help."
It wasn't often that Sirius asked for help, but in light of a good prank, he pushed aside his ego from time to time. He grinned at the girl, eyes alight with mischief. "Malkin's probably in the back room, doing whatever she does. I need you to distract her when she comes out. Really well. She harbors a bit of a grudge against me, for reasons I'm not quite aware of, so she'll be watching my every move. But you, on the other hand, appear just innocent enough for it to work. She'll never see it coming."
Of course, Sirius wasn't going to actually tell her what was going on, but he grinned hopefully at Lena regardless, hoping for and expecting her cooperation.
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