Evening shopping (Mack, Melody and anyone else)

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Cassandra sighed as she stepped off the stool in front of the mirror. She was feeling very tense after standing on the stool for almost thirty minutes, but that is the price you pay for fashion. The witch left the room quickly as Cass began to change. Flipping the pants over curtain, they were tugged gently out of her hand. Mother was going a bit overboard with the whole wardrobe thing. Cassandra was used to jeans and shirts, and now that her new found pure blood status had become apparent, her mother was insisting that she dressed like a proper young lady.

After putting back on her clothing, she walked outside to wait while the witch finished altering the pants. Cassandra knew she should be glad about her new wealth, but she wasn't. As a muggle, her parents' had struggled for money all her life. She had always wished she could have the brand new designer jeans in the store window, but she was always stuck with her thrift store fashion. Cassandra was pulled out of her thoughts as the witch returned with her clothing. Placing the items in a carry all bag, a trick Dana had shown her, she left the shop and looked at the list her mother had given her. A new cloak. Cass could handle that.

Walking towards the cloak shop, she noticed several people watching her. It was several Slytherin's from Hogwarts who had always heckled her about her second hand clothes. They were in awe to watch Cassandra buy so much at one time.

The smell of incense cleared her sinuses as she walked into the robery. Hoping to get out of their quickly, a midnight blue robe quickly caught her eye. Admiring the fabric, she nodded toward the robe and the clerk ran over and pulled it off. Preparing to stand on a stool for another 30 minutes, she walked over the full length mirror. The clerk asked if she wanted it charged to a particular account. " Yes, please. Cynthia Blackfire.

The witch's eyes got wide. " That's a name I haven't heard in a long time. Right away miss." She swept away to retrieve a measuring tape. Worried that the woman would spread the gossip about her mother's return, she grimaced.

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack hopped up onto the stool, striking a pose for the clerk to measure her. She smiled evilly at the man, knowing she was being difficult. She loved being difficult. Mack brought her hands up to her chin, tilted her head, perched on one foot, and batted her eyelashes. The clerk put his hands on his hips and glared at her. Mack could've sworn he was about to curse her, she smiled in satisfactory and stood up straight. The cleark walked off, mumbling something about "insolent teenagers who think their generation is better." Mack only smiled even more.

This was her third time being fitted for a new robe, she was getting three new robes today and for some odd reason, she had to be fitted for each robe....each time. Why she just didn't get fitted once, and then go with those measurements, she had no idea why. Maybe it was because, her delirious elderly Aunt Gine thought she was growing every second. If that was so, then there would be no use for robes because Mack would just grow right out of them before they were even purchased. This only caused Mack to laugh, and she broke her perfect stance. Causing the clerk to get even more aggrivated with her.

As she glanced around the shop, she spotted her aunt in a chair, her head lulling to one side. Mack wouldn't be surprised if the old lady passed away in her sleep, the way she was acting today- one would think she was completely dead. Mack sighed and continued to look, maybe she could spot someone she knew. Bingo! Cassandra Logton, two stools down, also getting fitted for a robe. Mack had heard little about the Logton Blackfire news, but she decided that it wasn't her place to pry. The gossip which reached her ear, never left her mouth in return.

Mack hopped off the stool she was on, much to the clerk's dismay, and walked over to the stool next to Cass', "Hey!" She said in a very enthusiastic voice. Maybe too enthusiastic for a Slytherin, but what could Mack do? She was in a relatively good mood. Mack looked at Cass, then at the clerk who was glaring daggers at her. She stood stock still and waited for the clerk to continue his measuring.