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Post by narcissa on Jan 27, 2011 7:17:29 GMT 1
Narcissa wasn’t in a hurry to get home; all there was to do there was to listen to her mother screech about Andromeda a few more times, though she had already been blasted off the family tree for being with the mudblood Ted Tonks. There was also a lot of talk about who she was going to end up marrying, personally at this stage of her life she just liked knowing that there was many pure blood guys out there that would like to be with “the Black Princess” as her father called her even with blood traitors carrying the same bloodline.
She was meant to be looking for a few more new outfits to wear to some of the functions her family were expected to appear at, only one of them excited her though at that was to be held at the Malfoy’s manor; Lucius Malfoy was to be there, and since their time at Hogwarts she had held a soft spot for the other heir. So far all she had managed to find was some very stunning under garments that she doubted her parents would approve off, most of them were of lace or satin in different colours though she favoured the ones that just about matched the colour of Lucius’s eyes.
Looking in the window of Madam Malkin’s she sighed when all she saw were the normal looking robes and dresses, she was starting to get a little annoyed with all that she had seen so far just wanting that one special design to catch a person’s eye. Pinching the bridge of her straight nose she turned about to head off to look else were when she walked straight into someone who was standing to close, drawing a comment from her before she even looked to see who it was. “Oh watch what you are doing and get out of my way, I have places to go and don’t need to be late because of you.”
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Post by tanith on Jan 30, 2011 22:02:47 GMT 1
Like Narcissa, Tanith was in no hurry to get home either. Having capitalised on her recent successful outing to Diagon Alley earlier in the month (where she had managed to convince her mother she had taken a sudden interest in beautifying potions to spend an afternoon in Madam Pimpernelle's, when really she had spent too much time eating sweets and smoking), she had convinced her mum that she could manage another outing alone to London, this time under the pretence of possibly picking out new dress robes. In reality, picking out dress robes was up there with shopping in Madam Pimpernelle's with her 'top ten boring activities' but it convinced Camille that her daughter was becoming a mature, more feminine teenager, and she was much more willing to let her wander around London without supervision under that guise. So, Tanith was again feeling uncharacteristically positive as she dusted herself off after floo'ing from Malfoy Estate to Diagon Alley, and started planning another leisurely afternoon filled with forbidden pleasures such as rotting her teeth with sugar and buying cigarettes to hoard, just as she had done on her previous journey.
It was early when she had arrived, and she didn't need to be back at home until six thirty, after which she'd have no reason to be in London because Madam Malkins was closed (her mother wasn't that stupid). And Tan had learned her lesson from her last visit, when after strolling around all day she had been forced to rush to Madam Pimpernelle's fifteen minutes before closing and snatch up potions she didn't even need to have something to show for her journey - nethertheless she was sure that 'mustache removal serum' would come in useful at some point. So, she decided to get to the boring task of picking out dress-robes out of the way at the start of the afternoon and made her way to Madam Malkins. She was sure it'd be a piece of cake. Fashion sense had never been one of her strong points, to put it one way, but Tan had never expected it to be very complicated. Pick an outfit, stick it on, Merlin's your uncle. Besides, usually her mother picked her clothes, especially dress-robes, and the novelty of getting some choice in the matter was reasonably interesting (exciting might be a stretch).
However, looking in the double-fronted window of Madam Malkin's, Tanith quickly realised that she was out of her depth when it came to picking dress robes. There must have been about 50 different colours in the window alone, not to mention the various styles. None of the featured outfits looked like anything she'd particularly like to wear. Fiddling with the purse in her pocket, heavy with galleons, Tanith frowned and chewed grumpily on her bottom lip, wishing that she'd picked a different fake task to complete that wasn't as surprisingly difficult. After lingering for what felt like an age, the blonde decided she would just tell her mum that there was nothing nice enough in the shop, a feeble excuse but it would have to do. She decided she'd treat herself to a brose in Flourish and Blotts instead, and perhaps finish the afternoon with a large ice-cream from Fortescue's. Dizzied by the wide array of awful gowns, Tan turned, not knowing where she was going, and collided head-first with someone. Before she could splutter out an apology or rebuke the stranger already responded.
Tanith blinked at the telling off, realising belatedly she recognised the person she had collided with, and rearranged her sour expression into one that was hopefully polite. "Oh, Cissa. I didn't see you" She replied in her best polite voice, though omitting an apology. "Seems a shame to be rushing around on such a nice day" She tried to keep the conversation simple, boring small talk. Cissa was apparently rushing off anyway, and she didn't want it getting back that she had been rude and ignored one of the Black sisters, who it was best, for family's sake, to keep a polite if not friendly allegiance with.
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Post by narcissa on Feb 10, 2011 3:23:10 GMT 1
Narcissa looked down finally when she heard the voice, folding her hands together in front of herself instead of reaching for her wand; it wasn’t a wise idea to hex a Malfoy, when one was trying to get another Malfoy to look twice at her. Raising her eyes only she scanned the area for Tanith’s mother Camille, and couldn’t help a small smile when the older female wasn’t to be seen; it was common knowledge that the girl’s mother was rather over protective at the best of times. “Has your mother finally allowed you out and about without supervision Tanith or are you here with someone else who your mother approves off?”
She was trying her best to play nice with the younger female, but it was rather hard when they didn’t really know each other that well because of age difference and the fact that Tanith normally wasn’t allowed to do the same things as the Black sisters. “I am not in that much of a rush, just trying to find some worthy dresses and robes for formal functions that are coming up soon but as usual Madam Malkin has nothing new or exciting to buy. If you were going to buy something from there but don’t wish to have the everyday looking things, I could take you to a few of the other robe shops that I know off. Just remember if your mother doesn’t like them, I wasn’t the one that took you to the shops.”
Looking over what Tanith was wearing she personally would have to say the younger girl had some taste in clothing if she picked it herself, though it could be refined a little more so that it basically told people not to think about messing with a Malfoy; Lucius’s style screamed it as did his mother and fathers though she never really took notice of what they were wearing unless she had to because her own mother had asked her too.
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Post by tanith on Feb 20, 2011 1:21:36 GMT 1
Despite the fact that Tanith was trying to be polite albeit not quite friendly to the elder blonde girl, Narcissa was instantly making this a difficult feat. It wasn't that she'd said anything particularly rude or offensive, but rather Cissa's subtle implications about whether she should be allowed out alone irked Tan. The latter supposed, not for the first time, that they had personalities that were too dissimilar to get along. Regardless of that, Tan resolved that she wasn't going to let her awkward relations with Cissa get in the way of what was starting off to be a good day, and so, despite a small twitch of the jaw at the other girl's inquiry about her lone shopping trip, Tanith's expression was her bestest attempt at a polite cheerfulness. She even managed to feign a rather pathetic chuckle. "Oh I'm all by myself" She replied, resenting the fact that Narcissa had made her seem infantile and requiring supervision, before adding coolly "I almost didn't recognise you without being flanked by your two charming sisters"
Tanith maintained a rather stiff but polite smile as Narcissa explained her reason for being in Diagon Alley (buying dress robes), although she needn't have bothered. Tanith expected as much. It was, after all, the excuse she had given to her own mother to get to London for the day. It was expected and typical for pureblood girls, particularly those of the higher-status Wizarding families, to express an insatiable desire for dress-robes of every colour, shade and material. Parties and soirees and boring get-togethers were prime opportunities to meet perspective marital partners after all, and this was supposed to be another main concern. Tanith had heard as much from her mother and her mother's friends and the etiquette classes and books she had squirmed through listening to, bored, as a child. Now, she disliked dress-robes and parties on premise. She didn't drink, didn't like social get-togethers, didn't like getting dressed up and evidently didn't have much fashion sense. At least, she took as much from the marked glance she caught Narcissa throwing over her casual attire. In spite of herself, Tanith squirmed awkwardly and folded her arms across her t-shirt.
At least Narcissa and herself had something they could agree on; Madam Malkins selection was crap (although perhaps they had different notions of what 'crap' was). "Mm, there doesn't seem to be much to choose from" Tan murmured in agreement, glancing at the shop front again. "All a bit.. bleugh." She made a small non-committal noise at Narcissa's offer to take her dress-robe shopping. Initially it obviously wasn't very tempting, trailing around like a badly dressed shadow-version of Cissa into endless robe-shops. But then again, she had lied to her mother about her reason for coming to Diagon Alley today. If she came back home, laden with sweets, cigarettes and a few disastrous choices of outfits, that would be the end of her outings unaccompanied. Narcissa, admittedly, would probably make much better choices. Besides, Tanith might never have to actually wear the ghastly things, and if word got back that she had entertained polite conversation with someone her family approved of (however grating she found it personally) then all the better. She would just get out of Cissa's lovely groomed hair as quickly as possible before the other shops closed.
"That would be .. nice" Tanith finally managed, nodding with the same rather flat smile. She couldn't decline after all, she felt rather guilty that Narcissa had offered her help (however unwanted) and that she found it instantly so repugnant. Narcissa would probably find shopping with her equally if not more annoying, and besides, if she managed to influence more trips to stock up on liquorice wands and fags, then it was all for the greater good.
[Sorry, she really is a grumpy git about Cissa and shopping in general ><]
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