Clorinda, Narcissa
"And you," Narcissa said, and then looked towards Madame Malkin's. "Yes, I have a final fitting for my dress robes scheduled in a half-hour. I'm a bit early, but I'm so excited to see the final product." She knew that Clorinda didn't particularly care about fashion, that was clearly evident by her...style, if it could be termed that. Pity, because the other woman was pretty enough.
She moved to the side slightly, so they were out of the flow of traffic. People could move around them, but Narcissa could afford to pay attention to social niceties when it suited her. "Are you in a hurry? I don't want to keep you from anything important."