Fabric and Dress Shopping!

Mirielle didn't have a date to the dance but she didn't mind going alone. She just needed the perfect dress. Her mother had sent her some money but of course she waited til the last minute to look for one. She was always doing that, waiting til the last minute. She saw another classmate of hers and thought that she looked rather confused or was it upset or was it puzzled. She wasn't good at telling people's mood.
"Hello, Marigold. She only Marigold's name by overhearing it or was it from class? " Do you need some help? Because I could give you the money my mother sent me. I know it's last minute and everything but I don't really need it. I have plenty of dresses and if I want to change the color I could just use a spell or dip it in a super large cauldron. It's just my mother heard, I don't know how, that we were having a dance and she always is prying. I really don't need it However, if you want to keep a current dress I can always help you alter it. She waited for Marigold's reply. Of course she knew that Marigold might not take her up on her offers but she really didn't need the money and she could alway paint a picture of the dress and give it to her mother. Her mother didn't need to know that she didn't buy a new dress.

Marigold was quiet surprised when Mirielle came up and began to talk to her. She jaw dropped when the Slytherin offered her some money. It even seemed like it was out of the kindness of the girl's heart. Marigold was a bit apprehensive though. Slytherins were known to be cunning, especially the mischievous Kolby. But, Mirielle didn't seem like that kind of person. Marigold thought about, taking a minute to think.

"I'm sorry Mirielle but I've already brought the material to alter my current dress. I do appreciate the offer though and I would love you to help me."Marigold said as cheerfully as possible. She grabbed a piece of parchment and drew a rough sketch of the sleeves she had in mind.

"Are you good at flower designs?"Marigold asked, handing her the piece of parchment.

(OOC: Here's the sleeves. Just have Mirielle trace the pattern and cut it out of the white fabric. Marigold will sew it on later.)

Mirielle nodded in frustration. It was probably because she was a slytherin but what harm could it be to GIVE someone some money. She wasn't going to use the money thing to blackmail Marigold into anything. There wasn't anything she wanted from Marigold that she couldn't do herself.Mother always told me if you wanted something done you'd better do it yourself. Otherwise it never gets done the correct way. And she wasn't about to let anything go wrong when she wanted something done.
"I understand, I'm okay with flowers. I find them too...loving. I suppose that's the right word? But I could definitely use a charm to draw them on the sleeve. All you have to do is bring them to life, so to speak." Mirielle wasn't convinced that Marigold trusted or believed her so she grabbed a piece of parchment and ink and a quill from nearby and drew on the parchment what kind of flowers that she could draw on the fabric. Elle was just thinking that maybe Marigold wasn't a rose type girl. That maybe she was more into lilies or daisies.

Arya sauntered into the fabric shop in Hogsmeade, gripping the sketch of her dress in one hand and holding her cloak closed in the other. It was freezing outside, but she had to get this done. She honestly wouldn’t have minded going to the dance in the same dress she wore to the feast, but none of the other girls were. She didn’t need one more reason to stand out.

“Um, excuse me,” she started to say to the seamstress, before seeing Marigold. “Nevermind!”

Heading in her friend’s direction, Arya glanced at the different colored rolls of fabric on the shelves. There were small tables scattered around the shop where customers could sew, cut, seam, and whatever else you did to clothes.

“How’s it going, Mari-” she froze when she noticed Mirielle Ward. Were they friends? “Hello there, Mirielle. What are you two up to?”

Just as Mirielle was about to hand the drawing to Marigold she saw Arya enter. She knew that those two were friends and instantly worried that those two would gossip behind her back later when she wasn't there. Then she saw her coming over to greet them or more to greet Marigold.She saw the way that Arya tensed up and Mirielle was a little disappointed. Sometimes, only sometimes, she hated to be in slytherin. It's not like we are even a bad house. Salazar left the other three because of a disappointment but at least he didn't kill them. I mean, he was a powerful wizard. One more thing, just because he thought his house should only be purebloods doesn't mean all slytherins felt the same way. These thoughts just made her blood boil.
"I thought I'd help Marigold with her dress."Maybe that will stick that gryffindor in her place. Sometimes ooh, I swear they think they are better than everyone else. Mirielle had to calm herself down without the other two noticing but that was impossible when a few fabrics flew off the shelf.

Marigold could obviously sense the tension between Arya and Mirielle. Reluctantly, Arry sat on the edge of an empty chair next to her friend. After what had happened in the Gryffindor common room, she’d been avoiding the Slytherin minx as much as possible (which wasn’t too possible since they had classes together).

“I actually only came to buy fabric,” she lied, talking only to Marigold. “I was going to alter to my gown back in the tower.”

Tapping her fingers impatiently on the side of her chair, she looked at the fabrics and sketches that covered the little table. Clearly Marigold had the same idea Arry did; why waste money you didn’t have on a whole new dress when you could make it look new just by changing a few things?

Mirielle forced a smile.
"Of course."Mirielle didn't like the idea of her and Arya sitting near each other. She didn't even like the idea of her and Arya being in the same room as one another but there they were."What are you here for? What kind of fabric? What are you planning to do to your dress?"I have a couple of ideas as to what she could do to her dress. Or what I could do. I've already bullied a gryffindor once I can surely do it again. I could sabotage her dress. It would be perfect, for me. Mirielle tried to hide her smile at these thoughts and tried to be a little interested in Arya. She ruined my chances of making a new friend. She already has so many. Why did she have to come over here?

Mirielle looked down at the design that Marigold gave her. It's not too bad. Pretty simple but then simple is always best sometimes.
"It's definitely doable. Can I ask what was wrong with my design? I don't mind changing, it's your dress but I was just curious." Keeping eye contact with Marigold, Mirielle tried not to think awful things about Arya but she just couldn't help but think that maybe Arya was scoffing in her mind or that she was being judgmental.

Arya was about to open her mouth and respond to Marigold’s question, when Mirielle spoke again. With a grimace, she sat back and waited her turn, staring intently at the fabrics on the table. Finally, she pulled out her sketch and laid it before her friend.

“I was planning on silvery vines on my sleeves, actually,” she explained, talking directly to Marigold. “I’m just altering my old gown, so the colors will be dark purple and silver.”

She stopped and glanced at her little sketch, thinking quickly. Should she add another color to it? A paler fabric might cost a bit less..

“Perhaps I’ll add a bit of a pinkish color as well.”

Arya gladly moved to the empty table with Marigold, leaving the Slytherin troublemaker behind. She looked around the shop and realized she still had no fabric. Jumping up quickly, she headed to the purple section. Then she grabbed fabric from the silver section; and lastly, the light pink she planned on using for her sleeves.

“Wait a minute,” she sat with a huff. “I won’t need all this fabric, and I don’t have my dress with me.”

The shopkeep must have overheard her, because she smiled and stood next to her chair. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Um, Arya,” she mumbled, confused.

“Accio Arya’s dress,” she chanted, raising her wand. “It’s on it’s way.”

The kind old woman went back to her business, and Arya raised an eyebrow. Was that even a real spell? It sounded more like wishful thinking. Before she could voice her doubts to Marigold, however, her folded up gown came flying into the shop.

“Bloody hell,” Arry laughed, catching it. “I have got to learn that one.”

THe bell above the door jingled in the background of the girls conversation as Hugh entered the shop. It was obvious from the way he maneuvered and his interactions with the shopkeeper that he came there often.
He had no date to the dance, nor did he want one. He preferred to go to the dance simply to see what was being worn by who. Of course, they were all still young so he expected a variety leaning from hand-stitched ball gowns to even simply a dyed school robe.
Smiling, he walked over to the girls, a load of fabric in hand, being careful that only the fabric for his own ensemble could be seen.
He beamed his bright laugh-like smile and asked-
"How are you Ladies today?"

Arya unfolded her gown and pulled it over the mannequin. She put the purple fabric back on it’s shelf; she would only need the pink and silver. The sleeve pattern would be tricky, but she could do it with the extra purple from the upper sleeves.

“Oh, suppose I won’t be needing the undergown,” she muttered to herself, pulling the entire thing off the wooden figure. “Classes are going alright for me so far. I hear next week’s lessons will all be Valentine-themed.”

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that - any loveable spell couldn’t possibly be useful, right? Especially in Defense. What could Renoir have planned? Arry shrugged the thought off and worked at her gown. Carefully she fitted the silver fabric onto the mannequin, for her new undergown.

“Aren’t there spells to make this simpler?”

Looking around, she noticed a couple magical sewing books up by the shopkeeper’s desk. She grabbed three and tossed them on the table.

Hugh sat down and began sorting through the fabrics in his arm, comparing them with various sketches from a notebook he carried.
"My classes are ok... He said wairly
He didn't want to admit it, but he wasn't doing to well in several of them. Wimsily, he looked up at Arya as she tossed the books onto the table.
"I know a few of those, Mum and Da taught them to me, we're not allowed to practice spells outside of school though, so I do most of my work back at school."
He smiled at her, eager to become friends. Then, he saw the colors of the cloth she intended to use, and was even more eager.
"That color will suit you nicely, I assume you'll be pairing it with a silver and a scarlet? Those are the best for it, though, that shade could do well enough paired with a light green and a white. To me, you seem more of the scarlet, daring, bold, and a true gryffindor." He smiled, then got up, spreading out the fabrics one by one, and quickly cutting the shapes he needed.

Arya followed Marigold’s example and tested out a couple spells from the books. One went horribly wrong and she ended up with a piece of silver fabric wrapped tightly around her eyes like a blindfold.

“I thought your mother was a witch,” she questioned the Ravenclaw, pulling the cloth away from her face. “Why won’t you be able to teach her?”

Perhaps she was getting her information mixed up. Was Marigold muggleborn as well? She wasn’t good at keeping track of that stuff. The bell on the door chimed. Arry hopped up and went to the shopkeeper’s desk to pick out another book. The man who had just entered the shop was talking quietly with the woman who ran the store; she seemed slightly afraid. Arya discreetly glanced over at them. The man was tall and had a hard quality; it seemed like he'd probably never smiled in his life. Something in his icy blue eyes and pale blonde hair looked familiar, but Arya couldn’t place why. He wore a nobleman’s outfit of black cloth lined with gold, and she couldn’t tell what the sigil was…a dragon, it looked like.

“Mind your business, urchin,” he said shortly, cutting his eyes at her.

Arya didn’t need to be told twice; something about this man made her extremely uncomfortable. She scurried back to her table.

“I’m thinking we ought to finish this at the castle,” she whispered to her friends, shoving her things in her bag. “Let’s go!”

She didn’t even wait for a response, she just left.

Hugh looked up from the cloth as the girls whispered to eachother. He nodded at the remark about finishing at the castle. Then he looked to the man in question. The blond hair and stern appearance reminded Hugh a bit of Kolby Parry, as opposed to Adele like the girls suggested. Though, there were many students with blond hair that had a forboding father. Quietly, he packed away his things, and followed the girls, dipping his head as he was trained.