The perky, squeaky tones of the shopgirl greeting Isabella as she glanced around the shop. Though the vast majority of the clothing she saw at first glance was dreadfully common, there were some very nice pieces here and there, hidden like gems among the pebbles on a beach. She turned her appraising eye to the girl herself. Though she looked very nervous, Isabella felt that she could forgive that. After all, she was being visited by Isabella Morgana Zabini nee Locklore Josiah MacDuff Sawwan St. Clair van Ewingthorne de Leoncoeur of the Most Noble House of Zabini, an event that could not be said to happen to many shopgirls. She looked to be of good halfblood stock, which was proper for a girl of her station. Her hands seemed very capable, long and slim but with the evident calluses and nicks that denote a seamstress of some skill. She would do.

"Good day," she said, turning on a warm smile. "I require a new wardrobe. Do you think you can provide me with anything I might desire?" She raised a single eyebrow, watching to see how the girl reacted.