Rebecca slipped into the robes shop and instantly headed to the racks of dress robes. Daddy was throwing a party, and so she needed new clothes. Muggle things woulnd't do, even if they were Prada, unfortunately. She browsed through the robes, occasionally pulling out the prettier ones and draping them over her arm to try on. She glanced down once she had about five or six sets, and then walked over to the display of scarves. She loved a good scarf, especially pretty, silky, floaty ones.

Dianna Knotting had been meaning to stop by and buy new robes, but she hadn't had the time. Today though, she made the time, her tummy was quite large as she was pregnant with twins, she definitely needed new robes, her normal ones were too small now. Entering the shop she walked at a decent pace towards the dress robes, she began looking through them pulling out only a couple that she found quite impressive. Noticing another woman, Dianna nodded her head once to the woman as if she was saying hello, and walked around her to continue her shopping.

Leonidas heard about the end of the year ball, and decided to buy Benjamin and his muggle-born girlfriend the appropriate clothes for this occassion. The best place he knew to go was Twifit and Tanttings. He walked inside the shop and looked around. It had been a long while since he had bought clothes of any kind for a female. But he'd seen a picture of the young girl and knew about what to get her to make her look like the bell of the ball. Benjamin had told him about his mothers jewelry that he had given the girl for her birthday, and had to admit that emerald green looked stupendous on her. He grabbed a green dress fit for a queen. He then turned towards the dress robes for men and boys and immediately grabbed a green silk shirt, a black silk tie, a vest, and a longer black robe with green stripes going down it. It was a nice robe for Benjamin. He then went on to look for something nice to wear to the celebration for Lord Berty Borr. he found exactly what he needed, and gave the woman behind the counter fifty galleons and told her to keep the change and walked out. He sent the kids clothes to them by way of owl post.

it's been awhile since Virgo decided to go shopping again. Her mom hasn't been going shopping for clothes with her lately. She entered the shop and she felt happy with it. She loves the smell of authentic clothes made by witches.

She strolled around and grabbed a black robe. It was magnificently created. She loved it. Although she no longer needs the robe, so she put it back and went to the area where the scarves, hats and gloves were placed.

She took out a silky black scarf that looked great on her. It was pretty useful for winter. Then she took black gloves that goes well with her scarf.
"this would make a great pair" she smiled. She's been eying on a great wardrope for her first day of work. She's sooo excited to buy the scarf and the gloves.

Dora had taken a corner and then a left and then a right and somehow she'd ended up.. here. She bit her lower lip and clutched her purse tighter to herself in fear.

Where was she?!

Batting bright blue eyes at the people in the store, she carefully peeled open the door and trembled slightly. It was scary in here!

Ivan had been need of some fancy new expensive wizard robes to go along with his expensive suits. Looking through some black ones since he did look awfully good in black he turned around when he saw the door open.

Seeing the scared looking girl walk in he stopped looking through clothes and walked over to her, "You alright there?" He didn't see what all the hype was about down here. Seemed if you acted like you were scared you were an easy target and he never was scared.

She wanted her Mummy and Ben and Starie Belle, her 'my little pony' horse. All she wanted to do was sit down and plait it's pink fluoro hair. Now she was stuck in a weird place with scary witches with huge hats and long dresses. The fashion was medieval.

Sacrilege!

The girl pouted and bit her thumb looking petrified.

She jumped a little when someone spoke and turned to see a boy. A young boy. A young perfectly normal looking human being. She let out a HUGE breath of air and pulled him into a hug.

"No.." She mumbled, her bottom lip jutting out.

"I'm lost.. "

Ivan eyed the girl curiously. She didn't look much younger than he was. Seeing her jump he was about to apologize when she startled him by giving him a hug.

"I...um..." he cleared his throat and looked down at her. "Well I can help you. I was just down here buying some robes." He looked down at her to see her clearly upset and wrapped his own arms around her in a hug to comfort her since she didn't seem to be letting go of him. "Well where are you heading?"

Dora pouted as the guy looked her over. "Dora. Isadora, actually but Dora for short. Dora, for you." Only Eirian called her Dora and he was a big moomoo.

"What's your name?" *blink*

ROBES? Her big, blue eyes blinked at him. She pivoted on the spot and looked back at him. "These robes are.. nice." She nodded and tried to look sincere but, really, she didn't look convinced.

Oh. She was still hugging him. She burst out in nervous giggles and mumbled a muffled apology.

"Home." *pout*

Oh right he hadn't introduced himself. Well he didn't have much chance to but...right... "I'm Ivan. Dora, pleasure to meet you." Why didn't she like Isadora? He thought that was a nice name.

Smiling after she let him go he laughed, "No worries. But some of these are kind of cool." He pulled out one of the black ones he'd been looking at and held it up to him. "Kind of retro in a way."

"Well anyway, suppose I better lead you up to Diagon Alley." He placed the robes back on the rack and walked back over to her. "Want to get some ice cream with me?" He might as well since he was going back up there anyway.

Ivan. Dora tilted her head to the side and looked at him. A sharp finger came up and poked him in the chest. "..I like it. Can I call you Ivy?" BEAM! "No.. wait, I like Batman better. You look a bit like him. All handsome and mysterious." She grinned and twirled a piece of hair around her finger.

"You're practically my HERO." She smiled adoringly up at him and then frowned suddenly. "..you do know how to get out of here, right?" Because he would be a pretty shoddy hero if he didn't.

Kind of cool? Dora resisted the urge to pull a face. That would be mean and he'd just saved her from certain doom/fashion death. It was fair that she should at least try and respect his choice in fashion. Even if it was a horrible one. She looked at the one's he was showing and nodded. "Right. Retro's in now.. sort of. I don't think Dior had cauldron's in mind when they brought back retro." She shrugged. Her mummy had always told her to say nothing when you had nothing nice to say.

Dora blinked. He supposed? She pouted at him. "You have to! I'll get lost and Mummy will get worried." She nodded and ran up to him, linking her arms around his. "Don't let go. I don't wanna get lost.. again." Wibble. She eyed him seriously, blue eyes big and innocent.

"Yea. You're paying."

And suddenly she was all smiles.

BEAM.

Really? A nickname? And her finger kind of hurt when she poked him. "Only if I can call you Dory," he said cheekily. "Personally I like your full first name. Sounds kind of...exotic. Wait...batman? "Without the throaty gravel voice?" he asked with a smirk as he watched her. She was kind of adorable

Raising an eyebrow he shook his head, "Nope not a clue," he said teasingly. "Of course I know how to get out of here. I did walk down here." She had so much faith in his skills.

He laughed at her attempt to diplomatically tell him no it wasn't cool without actually saying that. Before he could hold his arm up for her to grab she had already linked their arms and he laughed again. "I've got you. No worries," he said glancing at her and seeing the look on her face. Her eyes were so blue.... He pulled his eyes away from hers and smiled, "Of course I'm paying. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't going to pay."

Guiding her to the door he held it open and smiled. "We'll go eat some ice cream and go find your mum in that order." And he had a lovely new female friend. Well much better than the end of last term that was for sure. "What's your favourite flavour?"

Dory. She giggled. "Most people do. Not very creative, are you?" She'd had Bubbles and 'the girl that dumped her boyfriend because he wouldn't get married' and Sparkles and Barbie.. but Dory was practically Dorie which was practically Dora. But she didn't mind. She kind of liked it. She beamed at the compliment. "Kind of exotic? Ooh. I like it." She giggled. "The gravelly voice is hot," She mused with a cheeky smile.

Her jaw literally dropped when he said he didn't and she was about to start crying when he spoke and she breathed out in relief. "Lawdy, Ivan, you scared the living bejesus out of me! I'm really scared and you're making a laugh." She pouted at him reproachfully. "Meaniemoo," She mumbled, pinching him in the arm lightly.

When he laughed, effectively catching her out, she flushed a magenta colour and looked down at her feet. "They're not too bad," She tried. She smiled despite herself and clutched a little tighter. He was HERO!man. For the moment. These boys around Diagon Alley were adorably handsome and incredibly eager to save you from peril. Whether that be a graze or getting lost in a creepy place.

She beamed. "Wonderful, Batman." She clapped her hands together and smiled. "I spent my last galleons on a pair of shoes." Whoopsies.

And he was a gentleman! Dora squealed internally. These English boys were incredible. *giggle*

"Fairy floss." NOM.

Hmph. He could be creative if he wanted to. Whatever. "I was thinking of that muggle movie. Finding Nemo or whatever it is." He had to watch some earlier this summer thanks to his new baby cousins. "I think I'll call you Isadora. I like that better." Didn't sound as...childish. He laughed and shook his head, "Just the voice is hot? Not sure I can do the gravelly voice though but I can pretend."

"I'm sorry," he said remorsefully. He hadn't meant to actually upset her but rather to make her laugh. He let the door close behind him and looked down the alley to make sure no one was being suspicious.

What was with girls and shoes...and nicknames. Please let that one not stick. Though there were worse things he could be called he was sure. "Fairy floss?" he asked as he started walking away from the shop. "Not sure I've had that one before."

ooc: needs to be moved lol

*Matilda entered the shop because she really had to buy her first year school robes and all other first years school clothes*

Matilda: I wonder where might to shopkeeper be.

Beth entered the shop and the first thing she noticed was the sign.

"Purebloods will think this shop,
has nothing but the cream of the crop,
but if your blood is not pure,
you'll be banished from here for sure."

She frowned, assuming no-one would be able to tell she was muggle born. She was fifteen, and had never been mistreated about it so far. Then again, she'd only found out she was a witch two months ago...

She went over to a rack and loooked at the robes casually.

After leaving Italy, Mister Mason Krepp had also left/gotten rid of a good deal of his posessions. Twilfit and Tattings was one of the finest establishments he would grace with his business. Pushing open the door with one gloved hand, he nearly froze when he entered. Nearly. But Mason Krepp was a hard man to catch off guard. But he did clench his teeth together at the frustration of the presence of whom the shop was currently inhabited by. Children. Children who had no business being here. Didn't their mommies tell then to stay away?

Mason gave the shopkeeper a look, then continued through the shop, maintaining distace from the... short... children, although he certainly didn't plan to let them leave without getting a message across. But he wasn't about to let four children stop him; He came here for a reason. The tall man kept a sharp blue eye on the undesirables, especially... especially the one who was clearly muggle-born. When one spends one's time around fellow pure-bloods, and not with lower witches and wizards, there is a noticeable difference that's almost tangable.

The tall man's lips twitched to the side as he inspected a fine suit jacket in the dim light of the shop, inconspicuously glancing to the children, just... waiting.

Beth half turned around and noticed a tall and fairly creepy man watching her. She edged away uncomfortably from him. She was fifteen, after all! She shouldn't be scared of strangers... But he was just weird.

So she decided to do what her cousin Skye would advise her to. Psyche him out by speaking to him. So she took a few steps closer and said,

"Er... um, are you looking at me, erm, for a reason?" She said, doing her best to be confident.

The former Miss Toussaint, current Mrs Kettleburn, still had an account here at Twilfit and Tattings, though she usually went for muggle styles where she could. She had decided while cleaning out her closet and working on wardrobe charms that she really had no need for pretty robes in Ravenclaw colours any more. The former Head Girl loved her old house, really, but being out in the world was a perfect excuse to wear more pink. Or gold. Everyone knew she looked good in gold.

She had been visiting her parents so of course shopping was the next thing on her list anyway, stress relief and all of that, and Copernicus was working so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to her. Maybe she'd pop into Eeylops on the way home and say hello to Vannie too.

She entered the shop and immediately headed over to the dress robes. She would, of course, have something made for her specifically, but it was no harm seeing what the latest styles were, or getting an idea for fabrics and colours first, was there?

The lanky man took in a long, silent breath, and lifted his head, almost looking down his nose at the girl. He remembered, of course, that he was still "new" to Knockturn Alley. He hadn't been here in years, and, thus, had no right to act like he owned the place. But it had also been quite some time since someone had addressed him so formally. Abandoning the suit he had been inspecting, he took a few steps across the shop, but didn't care to come too close.

"Are you here for a reason?," he asked quietly, his voice not threatening, but eerily smooth and calm. "It must be a very, very good reason for one such as yourself, against all advisability and warning, to boldly and without regard to consequences, venture into a place where you clearly are. Not. Wanted. Or welcome."

Although he wasn't completely turning his attention to the woman who had entered, he did look up and give a small bow out of old-fashioned respect. "Ma'am," he greeted quietly, then stood straight once more, looking down at the girl.

Carina swept into the robes shop that the nice gentleman had suggested she check out. Ooooh! How lovely it seemed! Much nicer than the street itself, which was a bit dodgy... at best. Oh well. She had not been in London in AGES, she supposed the advice of a lovely man on the street was better than nothing.

Oh well that lady looked like she knew where she was going... Carina followed after her, her heels clicking as she picked up her step. "Oh! I just knew you were going for the dress robes! Glad I picked you to follow!" she said with a smile as she stepped up to a rack of robes and started looking through. She needed purples... DARK purples. Mhm.

Oh.

Celandine turned slightly and offered a teeny curtsey, just enough to be polite acknowledgement, but also slight enough to show that, well, he was lucky that she curtseyed towards him at all really. She might be a Kettleburn now but she'd always be a Toussaint and that meant she'd been brought up to know her own worth.

She did notice the man talking to a girl and while Celandine didn't say anything, she was aware, even as her fingertips brushed the fabrics on display in front of her.
O_O

She turned around.

"You were following me?" She peeked around immediately, looking for cameras and the like. She hadn't been hounded much lately but then she hadn't been out much either, and the location of her home wasn't yet common knowledge.

Usually Twilfits was pretty good at keeping out the media when it came right down to it. She hadn't ever really been bothered in Knockturn Alley, the one time she had, she had spoken to Atropos Trelawney about it and then the problem had gone away.

Oh way to make yourself sound like a stalker! Carina felt her ears burn a little as she looked up at the lady with big eyes. Shaking her hand in front of her a moment she finally found her voice.

"Oh dear! No! Just when I came into the shop I was not sure where to go and I saw another woman heading through the shop so I followed hoping you would lead me to the robes... I wasn't like... stalking you or anything. Heavens no! Oh please forgive my flub!" she said excitedly. Dear! Why was she making such a fool of herself?!

Open mouth. Insert foot.

Beth glared long and hard at the man, but intimidation forced her to look away. "I don't see why you should need to know... You are, I will say, being very rude." She hoped that didn't sound babyish. "And I am here for the same reason as everyone else. To buy robes. Is that a problem? Or is it just because I'm muggle born?" She added boldly. Woah. She had just completed a statement without any 'er' or 'um'. Progress!