Turning into Twilfit and Tattings, a soon to be first year with an air of excitement that did not match the cool aura of the store strolled in with mother and baby brother in tow. If it wasn't for the long ebony hair that cascaded down the young witch's back, she might have even been mistaken as a young boy at first glance. her blueish-grey eyes widened as though looking at the store anew, having come before with her mother, the new aspect being they were picking out the child's first school robes.

"Eris!" The foreign looking mother whispered commandingly with an aristocratic air, supporting the young bored looking baby boy in one arm as her eyes narrowed on the witch's young daughter. "I'm going to pick up some of your books. Take your time, and don't leave the building, please." the woman continued with a sigh, but no less well put together.

With a final look around the store, Isadora waved her long skinny fingers, adorned with a few choicest rings one could afford, at the shop keeper before she exited the room with a ding to the door's bell.

Finally freed from the bonds that were family. Eris quickened her pace up and down the aisle, when she spotted rather stunning looking dress robes in all the colors and shades one could dream of, and all the designs one could hope for. Standing in front of them, giving a certain dress a much needed examination for quality, was a girl a few years older than Eris.

These must be the school robes Eris thought looking at the formal robes with an examining eye, in her mind, since they were for school, the robes must need to be more than usually fancy. Reaching out a hand to pick up a sleeve, the young witch's eyebrows furred with a rather important question forming in her mind.

"Excuse me...." she looked at the older girl under the assumption she was a Hogwarts student as well. "Does it matter what color the three robes we choose for school are?" she asked completely serious, as her right hand fiddled around in her pocket digging for the school list.