Gabrielle sighed with a small smile. Suddenly, roles were reversed, and Morag did not seem so much like the mature adult anymore. Gabrielle supposed everybody became a little helpless when they were dealing with something new, and instead of making a mockery of things, the blonde kindly offered, "'ere, let me 'elp." Fleur had most certainly taught her little sister about fashion.
The pair traveled down High Street, skipping very few stores, as every single one had something to offer... at least in the eyes of Gabrielle. Morag, on the other hand, eventually lost a great deal of her original enthusiasm. Though the older woman did gift Gabrielle with more than her fair share of protests and funny looks, she DID end up with several wise purchases... and some not so. Antonin would be impressed, generally.
A few hours later, Gabrielle saw the PERFECT Casino gown in a window, and let loose with a prime example of an ear-piercing Veela squeal. "MoragMoragMoragMorag," she babbled, "can you 'andle one more boutique??"