Parvati knows what that sign means. (fashionette) wrote in caged, @ 2013-08-26 22:09:00 |
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Parvati was lucky enough to already have a swimsuit ready for Megan and Hannah’s pool party, but there was something missing from her wardrobe. It was an excuse she need to get out of the house for a few hours, because if she stayed any longer she would probably go crazy. Her parents were whispering to each other more than the usual these days, her brother seemed to establish a second residence, but no one seemed to have anything useful to say to Parvati or her sister. It was becoming quite frustrating as she thought that she had well proved herself to be an adult and be able to handle what was going on, Padma was even more capable of handling herself. The sad truth was that their parents didn’t seem to think so, and continued to shelter their children. So when there was a chance for Parvati to get out of the house for “One hour!” as her mother forcibly called out, there was no way she was going to pass up an opportunity. The store was fairly quiet, as were a lot of shops these days. In the past it was normal for strangers to pass by with a smile or a cheerful greeting but you didn’t see too much of that now. It was quite sad, but also very understandable. The shopkeeper greeted Parvati and explained a few of the sales they were having but once she learned that Parvati was somewhat of a shopping pro, she let the young witch have her privacy. Millicent loved the idea of shopping. Loved knowing she could have anything she wanted from the shop and that she could find something that she looked good in, but in practice it didn’t work that way. She tried on item after item, things that looked stunning on the shelves or on mannequins but that didn’t sit right when on her, or that clung to her stomach, reminding her and everyone else that it was bigger than she would like. Though the shopkeepers always tried to help she always felt like they pitied her or were just trying to get a sale whenever they said she looked good in something. A good snarl kept them away, she’d learned. She emerged from behind the dressing room curtain, dropping a pile of discarded robes on the counter for the shopkeeper to put away before turning back to the stock to find something else to try on, her gaze instead falling on Parvati. She didn’t hate Parvati. In fact, though it would take a lot for her to admit it, she actually liked Parvati. That didn’t mean she wanted to be shopping in the same store as her though. Parvati always looked good. Millicent thought she could probably pick up any item from this store and look great in it, unlike Millicent who was struggling to find even one item she liked. So instead of greeting the other girl Millicent frowned, pulling the closest item off its rack without checking the size and storming back into the changing area. It was a quick glance, but Parvati was certain that she had seen Millicent Bulstrode enter a dressing room. She smiled, but thought better than to go over there and make herself known. They may not have been on the best terms with one another, but they weren’t exactly chummy either. When the time comes Parvati would be polite, but she thought it would be best for Millicent to have her privacy. Instead she found a small section in the corner of the store that sold a few muggle clothing items. While they weren’t extremely popular in the Wizarding world, there were a few stores that would stock in some muggle clothing. As it can be popular with the younger crowd. Parvati had picked this store because she had found a few summer skirts here that she really loved. And it saved her from walking about the mugglestores and trying to convert the money. This way was just easier for her. So when Parvati found one that she liked, she picked it up and went into her own dressing room. Once Parvati tried it on, she stepped out and looked at herself in the mirror. The skirt was fine, a little loose, but that could be quickly solved by taking the skirt in or adding a nice belt to it. Parvati twirled a few times to see how it would flow and once satisfied, she stepped over to the belt rack to find something that she could match. Millicent struggled with the clothes she’d picked up, desperately trying to pull them on without ripping them, the dress stopping at her thighs and refusing to budge even a millimeter more. She stepped back out of it, trying it over her head instead, with more success as the dress at least made it onto her body. Though there was no way she was ever going to get it done up. Frustrated, Millicent yanked the dress back over her head, the too small fabric catching on her chest, trapping her in it. As she struggled to find her way to freedom Millicent could feel herself growing more and more upset, the idea of hexing the shopkeeper and setting fire to all her clothes growing more and more appealing every second. With one final pull Millicent was released from the dress, the garment thrown to the floor in disgust as Millicent quickly redressed herself in her old robes, trying not to catch sight of herself in the mirror as she did so. With a deep, shaky breath to calm herself down, Millicent strode back out of the dressing room. “Do you have any clothes here that aren’t completely ugly?” she asked the shopkeeper rudely, wanting to be able to blame personal taste rather than not being able to find anything in her size when she inevitably left the shop empty handed. Parvati lifted her head as she heard Millicent’s voice talking with the shopkeeper. As she was gathering a few items and preparing to pay for them, she did find a pretty dressrobe that she thought would look beautiful on Millicent. Of course she wasn’t entirely certain that she should say something to Millicent, she already seemed like she wasn’t in the best of moods. Instead, Parvati made sure that Millicent wasn’t looking in her direction. Taking the dressrobe Parvati went to the dressing room and left them hanging for Millicent. Getting into her bag, she quickly tore a small piece of parchment and her quill. Her handwriting was clear but also written quickly, “I saw these and thought this colour would look beautiful on you. I’ll see you at school. - Parvati” Leaving the note behind Parvati quickly moved out of the dressing room and moved to another part of the store. Finding another shopkeeper, she quickly paid for her things. As much competition there is between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Parvati never liked it when people picked on Millicent because of her looks. Sure there are Slytherins that can say and do mean things, but in Parvati’s mind theres no reason why you should bring looks into the matter. And in some ways, Parvati still misses the time she was on friendly terms with a lot of the Slytherins. There was no way to go back to how things used to be, but at least this could be a good way to be on friendly terms. Millicent returned to the dressing room, robes selected by the shopkeeper over her arms though she didn’t have much confidence in the worker’s ability to pick out clothes. Entering the dressing room she found the dressrobes and note left by Parvati. What would Parvati know about finding clothes that looked good on someone that wasn’t as slim or as pretty as her? She couldn’t help but think bitterly, but she dropped the clothes in her hands regardless and instead reached for for the robe put there by Parvati. She didn’t struggle to fit into this one like she had the others, Parvati able to judge Millicent’s size better than Millicent herself, who always tried to squeeze into things in the hopes she was smaller than she really was. It wasn’t too loose either though, falling nicely on her body and Parvati was right, the colour did make her look good. Millicent herself wouldn’t go so far as saying it looked beautiful on her but it was certainly the best thing she had tried on all day. With a small smile she folded up the note from Parvati, placing it carefully into her purse before changing back into her normal robes to take her new dressrobes to the counter to be paid for. |