Eliot was used to comfort. He was used to things just happening for him. It wasn’t something he’d been born expecting, but pushed forward with the high self-worth out of necessity from a terrible childhood - not that he was one to dwell on that. But when he got something in mind, he did it. And deciding that him and Margo needed Harry Potter robes immediately took precedence, so he went searching in town at dusk.
The stores were just now starting to close, and Eliot really paid no mind to it, even as he came across a clothing shop starting to lock its doors. Gently pushing in, he gave the attendant a little wave. “Sorry, emergency situation.”
Dramatic, but it got attention. He surveyed the boutique, before finally nodding. “Yes, this’ll do it. Impressive clothes.” A pause, and Eliot propped his elbow up on his hand, looking aloof. “I need robes. Wizard robes.
Normally Parvati would have politely told someone who had shown up at her door as she was closing that they’d have to come back another time but the man said “Wizard robes” and that had gotten her attention. Not many people came in asking for those, not unless it was someone from her world anyway and most of them already their own or they didn’t care one way or the other about having them in Atlantis. So a man she’d never seen before but obviously knew how to dress she noted asking for wizard robes wasn’t going to be turned away.
“Wizard robes? I can do that. I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself. I’m Parvati Patil, Gryffindor 98. I’m afraid I don’t recognize you but you could have been in another year.” There was something about him that felt magical but she could be wrong. “What house? I’ll have to make them, I don’t keep them in stock but it only takes a day.” It could take less than that but Parvati didn’t like to just magick her clothes, she actually made them to a point before she added her magic and she liked to think that was what made people come back to the shop.
Oh, good, he was in the right place. Eliot’s face went full grin, and he bowed sweepingly so he could kiss the back of her hand in greeting. “Apparently, I have exceptional luck. I only just arrived here, and I didn’t realize that a hero was making such fabulous clothing.” And he knew taste, given his own clothes were usually impeccably tailored, even when he was in Fillory. Finding someone to make fabulous clothes for the High King and Queen wasn’t difficult, thankfully, people had been practically knocking down the castle doors for it.
Even now he wasn’t completely out of the habit, his vest a beautiful purple brocade. He’d left the cape at home, sadly. “Eliot Waugh, I’m class of 2011, so well past your time. The robes would be for Slytherin, one for me and one for my best friend, they’re a surprise for her.” He was tempted to explicitly state he didn’t actually go to Hogwarts, but both he and Margo had in their hearts. That was enough, wasn’t it?
Parvati tried not to look surprised. She wouldn’t have pegged him for a Slytherin but then again one never knew. There were plenty of perfectly decent Slytherins out there, it was just that having been in the same year as Draco Malfoy, she had a habit not entirely trusting them. Although Eliot did seem rather pleasant and she was more than happy to help him. “I can do that. I’ll need your measurements first,” she pulled out her wand and waved it at a tape measure and a quill. The two went to work and when the quill was finished, she picked up the parchment it had written on and nodded. “Take a look and make sure this is right. I normally trust my tools completely but I had to buy these and enchant them so I like to let the customer double check.” People had gotten things from home, she’d heard and she kept hoping that her sewing things from the shoppe in London would arrive. Preferably with her sister but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Eliot gave a quick glance and then nodded, humming quietly. Handy with the enchanted quill - he had a lot of custom clothes, and given most of the people that had always made his clothing were without magic, it was always nice to see someone of a more enchanting way about them.
He took a seat on a nearby chair and crossed his legs, staring at her. “I have a confession to make. I didn’t go to Hogwarts.” He grinned mischievously. “Don’t kick me out. I did go to a magic school - named Brakebills University. I specialize in Physical magic.” He made a gesture with his hand, which brought forth a mini rainbow firework. “I always wanted to go to Hogwarts, though. Your food always sounded much better.”
“I know there are other wizarding schools. Where is Brakebills? Is it in America?” Parvati knew of a few thanks to the Triwizard Tournament and also some of the work she did back home. She had made robes for a couple of students from other schools in Europe. “And it doesn’t matter if you went to Hogwarts or not, you ‘re still magical and I’m sure you’d have done very well there.’
She let out a little ‘oh” of surprise when he made the rainbow and then burst into a smile. “That’s lovely! I can only do magic with a wand, that’s the way all of us are. I don’t suppose that’s something that can be taught is it? It’s the difference in our magic I suppose” Grabbing another quill and piece of parchment, she looked back at Eliot. “Now if those are okay, I can get started and they’ll be ready tomorrow afternoon about this same time. I’ll need to know your friend’s measurements to make hers. Can you at least give me a general idea or do you know them?”
“I’d be the student that the teachers all think has promise, but is really just too lazy to do his own work.” Eliot took to studying his nails in the most nonchalant of ways. “But yes, New York. Hidden away from prying Muggle eyes, you know the drill.” The idea of teaching his brand of wandless magic did give him pause, though, and he looked up at her with a curious expression.
“You know, maybe. Since you’re already magical, learning the movements might help, but then it also might just not do anything. Might be worth experimenting with later.” With a little smile, he took the parchment. “You’re in luck, I know everything about Margo.” Eliot easily wrote down Margo’s measurements, having memorized them years ago so he could have custom clothing made for her. With a little flourish, he stood and offered it back. “Thank you, for your amazing customer service. If there’s an Atlantian Yelp, I’ll be sure to leave you a glowing review.”
“I will get to work on these as soon as yours are done.” She liked the idea of learning some new magic and if it worked that would be amazing. “Yes, I’d love it! We should definitely do that.” It was the perfect way to end the day, she thought, getting to make Hogwarts robes again and making a new friend. Parvati couldn’t ask for more.