Gellert rose from the stool in which he had been sitting when they entered, setting aside the thin, fragile parchments that he had been trying to lightly mark with the outlines of a waistcoat pattern. This girl would be his first female client other than Albus's sister, and while his skill at sewing male clothing had improved greatly in his time here, he was still less than confident about his ability to make a decent dress. And yet Ariana had seemed pleased enough, so maybe no one shared quite his perfectionistic standard.
"Good afternoon," he said, inclining his head toward the pair of them. "What is it that you would like made?" He hoped she did not ask for the sort of clothing he had seen so many women wearing in this place. He may be forced to refuse on principle.