Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"They're pretty enough, but less is more, usually," she said with a casual shrug. "Who wants to see it all up front? Not that the shop is above selling the scanty costumes, mind, but glamours cover the skin most of the time." Like the one currently on her arm, covering up the tell-tale Mark.
"Well, if your Aunt bought from here, the measurements might still be on record," she said. "I can look them up." His words sank in then, and her eyes widened in worry that she couldn't quite completely hide. "Well, fucking hell," she said. "At least... it did its job in protecting you?" She remembered those jackets, no lie, and she'd laid in a few extra charms on them knowing her brothers would be getting them.
"The changes won't be a problem, and magical signature recognition is simple enough. I know you lot tend to use them for prisoner transport at times." She wondered if he'd notice if she placed a blood ward on it; it would, after all, respond to him with perfect ease. She wasn't sure if he knew those. She'd learned them from her uncles, one of the better things she'd learned.
Ah, so he'd inherited a Lestrange property. She stifled a surge of jealousy, knowing it had to be fucking huge while she'd been living in crap up til the other week. "Probably not," she agreed easily. "Puts off the digestion. It's awful, I'm sure. Especially since they sound like screaming half the time."