Who: Argus Pyrites and Marguerite Delacour When: Sunday Afternoon Where: Diagon Alley What: Shopping and being fabulous! Rating: TBD Open/Closed:OPEN to Argus
Her fingertips lightly danced across the glass of a large window display that had beads of pearls draped over fancy, blood red cushions. The pearls glimmered unnaturally, magically and that had her clicking her tongue against her teeth as if frustrated. Sometimes she really hated magical designers. They had such ugly ideas. Pearls didn't need magical enhancement. They were naturally glorious and to layer them in charm work was just..
Marguerite stepped backward, lips pursing for a moment and hand itching to reach for the wand she had in her Gucci purse. Sometimes she did have to admit that muggle designers were the better designers but she didn't mind taking a gander at what magical fashion boutiques had to offer, just in case there was something magnificent waiting to be bought just for her to use!
She mutter something to herself in French then took another step back, nearly plowing into someone walking past the shop. Marguerite spun on her Louis Vutton heels and uttered more French at the person, then followed it with heavily accented English.