Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Apr 20, 2008 15:12:54 GMT
It was hectic behind the metallic sheen curtain that had the Blackfire logo emblazoned on it. The logo was merely the Blackfire name written in red against a white flame background. It wasn't fancy, but Cassandra's team felt that it fit the collection best. Cassandra's team? Cass giggled at the thought. The young Gryffindor was a befuddled at some of her recent success. It had started all pretty simply one day. At the beginning of term, Cass made her yearly trip into Madame Malkin's to get some new school robes. At the time, Cass had been wearing a fabulous cloak she had made in a shocking purple color. The sleeves hung down past her hands in a Morticia Adams-ish sort of way. Cass hadn't thought the outfit was spectacular or anything, but she had always noticed the other witches admiring some of the outfits she had made out of her living room. As she stood in the shop, Madame Malkin had continued to eye her robe. She had continued to look at as Cass began to step out of her shop. This was when the old witch finally had the gumption to ask Cassandra where she had gotten he robe. "I made it," was Cass' simple answer.
From there, her line simply took of from there. Madame Malkin asked Cassandra if she could sell some of her designs in her shop. Being sort of naive, the girl said yes. Cass was totally flattered. Her clothing was going to be sold in of the largest shops in Hogsmeade. From what she could tell, they were selling pretty well. While walking in Hogsmeade this winter, Cass had seen several older girls wearing a black and gray striped skirt she particularly adored. As much as she saw her clothing, Cass had never guessed at the popularity. In January, Madame Malkin owled Cassandra to let her know that she wanted to do a Runway show in Diagon Alley for Cass' summer collection.
Cass' summer collection!!! The girl almost squealed in delight once again. The witch had several more business minded witches and wizards meet with Cass in Hogsmeade about where they saw her collection going. It was going to be for the more younger upscale witch or wizard. It was edgy. It was gorgeous. It was fierce. Unfortunately for Cassandra, she didn't have an ounce of business sense. She had been swept away by all the issues, all the decisions that had to be made, and especially how much money she was spending by trying to put on this collection. Even though Madam Malkin had put a lot of money in, Cass had put up a bit of her own money for the enterprise. In fact, she had put up so much money that if the adventure flopped, Cass would be destitute. True, she could live off the money that Pyro's family sent to her, but she did not want to totally be dependent on it.
"Five minutes, ladies!" A flamboyant male voice rang out over the crowd. Cass took a quick look out of the curtain and saw the white chairs around the runway filling up. Cass switched into hyper drive. She screamed orders, pinned hems, and fixed what she could. She was lost when it came to the business aspect of what she was doing. Pyro would know what he was doing, but Cass wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she needed his help. He didn't even know about the collection. However, it wouldn't be long until he did. It had been in The Daily Prophet for goodness sakes. Pyro was probably looking at the half a page ad right now wondering how he could butt in on Cass' business. Cass needed his help, but she wanted to prove that she could do this on her own.
Cass settled down a moment or two later. Rutherford, the show's producer, said, "You're on, babe!," and pushed Cass onto the runway. She walked out onto the catwalk as confidently as possible, said a few remarks, and walked back behind the curtain. A moment later, the hard pounding dance music started and Cass saw her clothes walk out. She held her breath for the applause that followed every piece as it walked out and back in. It was over in just a few moments. The crowd cheered loudly as the girls took their final walk. Cass grabbed the hand of Gabriella, the final model, and took her final bow. It was wonderful, excruciating, and vindicating all at the same time. Several of her naysayers were sitting out in the audience. Here she was through. Triumphant over all of them.
From there, her line simply took of from there. Madame Malkin asked Cassandra if she could sell some of her designs in her shop. Being sort of naive, the girl said yes. Cass was totally flattered. Her clothing was going to be sold in of the largest shops in Hogsmeade. From what she could tell, they were selling pretty well. While walking in Hogsmeade this winter, Cass had seen several older girls wearing a black and gray striped skirt she particularly adored. As much as she saw her clothing, Cass had never guessed at the popularity. In January, Madame Malkin owled Cassandra to let her know that she wanted to do a Runway show in Diagon Alley for Cass' summer collection.
Cass' summer collection!!! The girl almost squealed in delight once again. The witch had several more business minded witches and wizards meet with Cass in Hogsmeade about where they saw her collection going. It was going to be for the more younger upscale witch or wizard. It was edgy. It was gorgeous. It was fierce. Unfortunately for Cassandra, she didn't have an ounce of business sense. She had been swept away by all the issues, all the decisions that had to be made, and especially how much money she was spending by trying to put on this collection. Even though Madam Malkin had put a lot of money in, Cass had put up a bit of her own money for the enterprise. In fact, she had put up so much money that if the adventure flopped, Cass would be destitute. True, she could live off the money that Pyro's family sent to her, but she did not want to totally be dependent on it.
"Five minutes, ladies!" A flamboyant male voice rang out over the crowd. Cass took a quick look out of the curtain and saw the white chairs around the runway filling up. Cass switched into hyper drive. She screamed orders, pinned hems, and fixed what she could. She was lost when it came to the business aspect of what she was doing. Pyro would know what he was doing, but Cass wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she needed his help. He didn't even know about the collection. However, it wouldn't be long until he did. It had been in The Daily Prophet for goodness sakes. Pyro was probably looking at the half a page ad right now wondering how he could butt in on Cass' business. Cass needed his help, but she wanted to prove that she could do this on her own.
Cass settled down a moment or two later. Rutherford, the show's producer, said, "You're on, babe!," and pushed Cass onto the runway. She walked out onto the catwalk as confidently as possible, said a few remarks, and walked back behind the curtain. A moment later, the hard pounding dance music started and Cass saw her clothes walk out. She held her breath for the applause that followed every piece as it walked out and back in. It was over in just a few moments. The crowd cheered loudly as the girls took their final walk. Cass grabbed the hand of Gabriella, the final model, and took her final bow. It was wonderful, excruciating, and vindicating all at the same time. Several of her naysayers were sitting out in the audience. Here she was through. Triumphant over all of them.
