"And I dare say she'd probably batter yeh for saying so," she said wisely.
Dora snorted. "I found out about that, aye," she agreed. "Much better traditions than that, especially when you can dress in sexist costumes any time out there, it seems." It wasn't a criticism or even a bigotted statement, but she'd never worn that little clothes in public as she'd seen some of the Muggle women wear every day. It was disconcerting. "A little pre-planning goes a long way." Which Dora was a fan of. She wasn't a good duelist or chess player for nothing.
"That can be done," she said. "Getting the measurements right is good, though. I like our leatherworker pretty well, they do great work." Their contractors were all carefully chosen, especially for their craftsmanship. Charms could be done during and after the process, some people worked well with letting them in on it. Both sides made good money at it. "OH yes, the inlay on that one is exquisite," she said, clapping her hands together lightly in approval. "Oh, for A- gift," she corrected herself flawlessly after nearly saying Apollo. "Those always make good ones."
"Was she a Malfoy?" she couldn't resist asking with a measure of humorous sarcasm. It was well known that the Malfoys liked peacocks. "I can imagine it's caused a case or two of choking." She felt a pang at the mention of Slinkie; she'd not seen any of their elves since leaving home after the funeral and being drug off to take the mark.