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Daphne Greengrass (vernus) wrote in pandorarpg,

Only that they looked tacky, Daphne thought to herself as she opened the garment bag that the robes were stored in and saw them. Yes, now she remembered the robes. The hanger had Weasley, P. written on a tag, along with a symbol that Daphne knew meant the robes had been paid for. They weren't something she would ever have allowed anyone she knew to wear, though this was the Weasleys, and they were notorious for being somewhat... different. The robes had been taken care of by Mrs. Tatting, though Percy need not know that she hadn't the slightest idea if there had been any issues. Instead, she shook her head and took it off the hanger, then held it open for him to put his arm through.

Her eyes darted into the mirror behind the man, just to make sure. She had felt uneasy since the morning, and was constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure the Vince-like clown was nowhere in sight. It wasn't very ladylike to be paranoid, as her mother was quick to point out before she left that morning, but then again, her mother had not heard those screams.

Once the dress robes were on Percy, she stepped away to get her pins, just in case, while he enjoyed his reflection. "Is it to your liking, Mr. Weasley?" That was all that mattered anyway, that the client liked it.