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Post by Noah Yves on Jul 29, 2008 6:27:31 GMT
After storing one of the school knight's helmet in his trunk, Noah had awoken to sounds of shredding fabric. His dorm-mates, easily as bewildered as he, finally managed to pinpoint the sound to Noah's already lacking wardrobe. The sight that greeted them had erupted the entire room into laughter. But the humor had soon ended, and Noah realised quite dejectedly that he no longer had any clothes.
The helmet seemed anything but apologetic as it continued to tear apart his last jumper, and with a sigh, Noah slung on his best salvaged pair of trousers. Even they had a steady stream of holes and tears half way up his thigh, and because the armour was enchanted, the damage was not so easily repaired.
Collecting the remains of one of his school shirts in a balled fist, Noah walked down to the nearest clothes shop and set the incoherent mess on the counter. Luckily he'd borrowed a t-shirt from one of his snickering mates, though they'd refused to lend him anything but a Chudley Cannons jersey to cause him grief.
"Hello?" He called, leaning over the counter. His orange attire, messy hair and torn bottoms gave him more attention that he sought, but Noah couldn't be bothered to care much at that moment. "Sorry if this is a bad time, but I really can't be seen wearing this --" he gestured to his jersey with a grimace, "--After the Canons lost so horribly last night!" He offered no further explanation but just stared expectantly into the open space around him.
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Post by Jennifer Queens on Jul 29, 2008 16:58:18 GMT
It had been a strange few weeks for Jen, being with Russ suddenly after a random outburst of emotions and she had been busy going to different areas around europe buying more detailed and intricate materials to work with, not to mention making Russ a suit for one of his old quidditch team mates weddings, but life was good again for Jen, and the tune being whistled from her mouth showed how happy she was with life once again.
As she began the chorus, she was interrupted by the bell jingling away over the door, causing her to leave the boiling kettle and jog down the stairs to attend to the customer. Seeing the boy in shreds, she stifled a laugh and covered her mouth with her hand momentarily before walking down the last few steps.
"Well you get an gold star for originality" she smirked, as the laugh threatened to bubble out of her mouth unwillingly. Turning to stand behind the counter, she leant on it and smiled at the poor kid who seemed to be having a bad case of misfortune today.
"So, let me guess, you need clothes right?" she smiled sweetly at him. He didn't look too impressed with his outfit right now, and looking down at his jumper displaying Chudley Cannons, Jen tutted.
"Bad choice of team there, they played so bad last night" |
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Post by Noah Yves on Jul 30, 2008 19:59:56 GMT
Noah glanced at the woman in front of him, surprised to see she was so young. He had been expecting someone similar to Madam Malkins, with nimble and wrinkled fingers that were numb with the experience of robe-making. Ms. Queens was a much more lovely prospect.
Sending her a wary smile, Noah pulled himself onto the counter gently. He sat on the glass surface with utter care, peering at the jewelery below him and streaking a finger above a pretty emerald jewel. "Many would disagree that I need clothes," his eyes glimmered with their usual mirth, and his tone of voice declared he was joking. "Except Brooke Kennedy, perhaps, who was quite unhappy to see me try and leave the Common Room wearing nothing but my towel."
Noah exhaled in theatrical disappointment. "You don't want to know," he added whilst slipping off the counter and bunching up the orange material of his shirt in a fist over his chest. "I'm really a Tutshill fan." He laughed gingerly. "But they haven't been playing so well this season, either, have they?"
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Post by Guinevere Desrosiers on Jul 30, 2008 20:27:52 GMT
((hope you don't mind me barging in! ;D))
Guinevere pushed open the door to the shop, a bell tinkled faintly overhead. She stepped in and smiled, pleased with what she saw. The store was large, yet cozy, and had all the markings of a professional. And of course, none other than a professional would do for her clothes! Smiling at the boy, talking to the woman, whom she assumed to be Ms. Queens she nodded slightly, indicating that she would wait until they were done.
While waiting, Guinevere took the time to look around the store, there were many nice clothes, but they were all very modern as opposed to her medieval era style. She was wearing her favorite blue dress and with it a sheer, silk white veil and silver celtic-inspired circlet.
Looking at all the clothes, made her wonder, would the woman be able to make what Guinevere wanted? She was talented no doubt, but clothes from a completely different time era? Guinevere wasn't sure...still, she had to give her a chance. Only time would tell, if the woman's skills were up to the challenge.
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Post by Jennifer Queens on Jul 31, 2008 12:29:18 GMT
It was true enough that Jen was quite young, but she still felt older than what she was and she had worked damn hard to get this far. Of course it wasn’t all flowers and parties running your own shop, in fact it was damn hard work, and she decided she would need to get some assistance pretty soon before she fell flat on her face and she ran herself into the ground or went crazy from lack of free time. Looking down at the boy’s jumper she looked back up to him as he expressed his concern about what she thought of his quidditch favouritism.
“It’s not what team I’m worried about, it’s that god awful jumper” she chuckled away, sliding her hands off the counter as she came out from behind it and stood next to him as the doorbell rang. Looking up to see a girl, she smiled at her before looking back to the boy.
“Well, I shall have to look out for this Brooke and tell her to stop being so frivolous” she smirked, patting the boys shoulder.
“And no, Tutshill have been awful this season, you should be supporting ballycastle bats, although my boyfriend is an old player for Kenmare Kestrals ,bless ‘im. Russell Haynes, you heard of him?” she asked, quite happy that she had struck up a conversation about quidditch with someone other than Russ for a change as it was usually one sided. As she spoke, her attention kept wandering over to the girl, and eventually Jen noticed what she was wearing.
“Flippin’ heck!” she exclaimed at the beautiful dress the girl was wearing.
“Please say you want me to make one for you, i’ve been looking for an excuse to make one for years” |
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Post by Guinevere Desrosiers on Jul 31, 2008 12:44:40 GMT
Still wandering around, Guinevere listened vaguely to their conversation. It seemed that the Chuddley Cannons had had a rather bad game the night before, and also that the boys favorite team, Tutshill, had also had a rather bad season. She laughed softly to herself, she was never one for quidditch, instead preferring to curl up in a chair by the fire with a good long book.
It was only until she heard the words, “Flippin’ heck! Please say you want me to make one for you, i’ve been looking for an excuse to make one for years." that she turned with a small laugh, "Yes, I was hoping that actually." she walked towards the counter with a smile, "I'm Guinevere Desrosiers. You must be Ms. Queens?"
She smiled at the boy as well, "I'm not exactly sure what went on, but it doesn't look enjoyable!" she said surveying the boys appearance.
((blegh, suckage))
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Post by Noah Yves on Jul 31, 2008 15:31:22 GMT
Noah laughed, shaking a hand through his rumpled hair. "Between you and me, everyone should look out for Brooke." He nodded seriously, waving away her comment about his jumper. "Ballycastle Bats are trading their best Chaser next season, let them have their fun."
Hearing the bell also, Noah didn't turn to look until Jennifer did. Of course, he never really noticed the dress due to the shop-owner's next comment.
"You've got an in with Kestral's legendary Chaser?" Noah was half in shock and half in the midst of a very wide grin. "Haynes was beautiful out on the pitch." He sent a sideways glance toward the man's girlfriend, suddenly anticipating her to make his clothes even more. He also decided not to mention his former favourite Kestrals player's horrible incident, figuring it was not at all tactful.
When the girl came up toward the counter, Noah decided to glance around the room quickly not really paying mind to their conversation about dresses. "Nice," he murmured appreciatively, leaning against the counter and finally smiling up at the newcomer.
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Post by Russell Haynes on Jul 31, 2008 21:15:24 GMT
(Hope you don't mind me intruding)
The wedding was two weeks away and Russ found himself in a rut of sorts. When he had tried on the suit for Theo's wedding, everything about it was wrong. Figures, Theo has asked a muggle store to order their suits but Russ didn't like wearing anything that wasn't custom fit. The sleeves were too long, the pants too short not to mention the complete wrong color. Russ had to give up on Theo's sense of style and ended up asking Jen to make his suit, which he was actually excited about.
Once again this morning, Theo had made it a priority to wake the poor guy up and ask about the suit so here Russ was in front of Queen's shop. He hated stressing Jen out, but it wouldn't hurt just to see how the suit was coming along, would it?
Pushing the door open, the bells above rung softly as they moved just slightly slower than the door. Jen seemed busy already; there were two students browsing and talking to Jen so he sneakily wandered to the back room to check on the suit. Hopefully no one noticed his slight interruption as he checked on the suit. It seemed to be coming along rather smoothly so he came out with a smile and hugged Jennifer from behind.
"Not talking about me, are we?" he asked before planting a kiss on Jen's cheek. He moved so he was standing next to her and put his hands on the counter. He looked at the boy and laughed, "Oh, bad choice in teams, Mate. I wouldn't be caught dead in that after last night."
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Post by Jennifer Queens on Jul 31, 2008 22:29:48 GMT
Jennifer couldn’t help but laugh at the boy and his cheeky ways. This Brooke girl sounded a character and Jen found herself wanting to meet her to see if she really did live up to her reputation. It wasn’t the first time she had heard that name around Hogsmeade anyway. At talk of the Bats. Jen grinned in excitement until the lad said the saddest bit of news in quidditch history, for Jen anyway.
“Urgh, I know. I don’t know what they are thinking. Still, tonight the new chaser is going to be revealed so I shall be watching with wide eyes” she smiled knowing that the suspense was killing her and it was just a few hours away before the new team member was part of the Ballycastle Bats. Looking back over to the girl, she smiled at her and motioned her to come over.
“So guys, what can I do for you exactly?” she asked, slapping her hands together making a slight echo between her palms. Seeing Russ come in quietly, she threw him a cheesy grin as he let himself into the back room, Jen guessed to check on the suit, because he sure as hell wouldn’t be making her a cup of tea, he was useless at them.
Awaiting the pair of students’ answers, she felt hands around her suddenly, making her jump slightly as the familiar voice spoke behind her. Giving a small laugh, she raised an eyebrow.
“No of course not, we wouldn’t want to inflate your already giant-sized ego” she smirked, before Russ began small banter with the boy.
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Post by Noah Yves on Aug 1, 2008 2:49:18 GMT
The helmet had put Noah in a very desirable position. He promised himself to trudge back up to the Common Room wearing a grin, returning to his dormitory with a shirt signed by one of their favourite players.
Not the shirt he was currently wearing though - he grimaced. "It was a brutal loss, wasn't it? And when Patrick DeClerk hit his own teammate with that bludger?" The Gryffindor winced, quite ready to begin undressing right then and there.
Prying his gaze away from the quidditch player, Noah turned to Jennifer pleadingly. "I could use a new shirt - and a year's worth of school robes... to start." He nodded to himself calculatingly.
Digging out a quill that had lodged itself into his belt, Noah held it up to Russel imploringly. "Will you sign the shirt when she's done? It'll be the perfect revenge - my mates will be completely jealous. I think you already know I'm not wearing this hideous thing by my own freewill... I hate how I look in orange for one thing."
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Post by Guinevere Desrosiers on Aug 1, 2008 23:02:14 GMT
Guinevere's grey-green eyes flickered from face to face, she desperately wanted to ask the woman if she could make some dresses for her, but did not want to interrupt, as she was helping the boy at the moment. Gwen sighed softly, she hated uncomfortable moments such as this!
Drifting away from the counter, she wandered over to the window, looking out at the hustle and bustle of Hogsmeade. It was so different from her beloved Aquitaine, and yet at the same time, so very similiar.
She turned back towards the shop owner with a shy smile. Help me? her eyes seemed to ask. She bit her lip nervously as she walked up to the counter, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Um...I was wondering if you could make a few dresses for me?" she asked softly, voice barely higher than a whisper. She knew she shouldn't be so nervous, but she always got uncomfortable around adults. She was much more at ease with her peers!
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