Characters: Sarah Fawcett, Terence Higgs Locale: Madam Malkin's Date: (backdated to) early in December, 2003 Warnings? Expect an excess of fashion 'don'ts' (Snakes! Snakes EVERYWHERE!) and large amounts of repressed(?) foul language and violence.
Terence Higgs liked his job with Terrortours. Though not the sort of employment he would have chosen for himself, he'd found that he enjoyed booking madcap adventures for daring (or at times, simply mad) witches and wizards. He was less than thrilled, however, with the travel agency's latest contest. Shaking hands with a gaggle of curious thrill-seekers--how tedious! That the event would most likely also prove to be awkward and embarrassing was a suspicion that Terence pushed to the back of his mind. Having no option to refuse, he had decided to go through with the unsavory task with as much good humor as he could muster.
To that end, he'd booked an appointment at Madam Malkin's to be fitted for a new set of dress robes. Terence was no stranger to bespoke tailoring, but he was determined that these particular dress robes would be something special. So Terrortours wanted him to be 'terror-fying', did they? He supposed he couldn't blame the company for wanting to gain a little publicity from their in-house Death Eater. He would oblige with satorial splendor the likes of which hadn't been seen since Salazar Slytherin himself!
Malkin's was busy when he stepped through the door, bustling with clients who no doubt wanted to purchase clothing for more mundane occasions. In no particular hurry, and with his security detail as unobtrusive as ever, Terence strolled up to the counter and waited to be noticed.