Morag laughed, enchanted by Gabrielle's joie de vivre. She changed her mind in an instant and leaned forward to give a direction to the driver.
And was immediately thrown back against the seat as the driver took her at her literal word to change destinations. 'Sorry about that,' she apologized to Gabrielle. 'I have no idea how these Muggles manage with these crazy things!' she exclaimed softly to the younger girl, shaking her head.
'We're going to High Street,' she told Gabrielle. 'The concierge said that was the place for what he called trendy clothing.' She smiled. 'We're going to find you something wonderful,' she said.
The cab took a corner and stopped just inches away from the vehicle in front of it. 'If we survive....' Morag muttered under her breath.