Re: Clorinda, Narcissa
Narcissa couldn't deny that her child and young-adult years had been filled with the Do's and Don't's of being a woman. Her mother had trained her from toddlerhood to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect Pureblood woman who would stand to the side and slightly behind, always supporting, never taking credit. Narcissa loved her life, had never once thought about rebelling and had never bought into this new wave of 'feminism' that was sweeping through other women her age. But that didn't mean she didn't see Clorinda's point, and even agree with it to a degree.
"Very well put," she said, but didn't take the conversation further. This was not a line of discussion she wanted to be having in public. "Trousers and a t-shirt. I don't even know what to make of that." She said it lightly, making it a gentle tease rather than anything derogatory.
She laughed. "I think you'll be very happy with the results. I can't wait to hear your opinion," she said. "I'll see you then, darling, fancy clothes and all. I hope you enjoy the rest of your window shopping."