One hundred and twenty-five galleons, really, for what was likely a secondhand suit? Was there any real proof of its being charmed to fit the wearer?
Erik thought not. He put his paddle down with an aside mostly to himself.
"I don't do stripes." Quote:
Originally Posted by
sarahlooo 
Ivy found it incredibly amusing that Erik was battling for a suit with a teenage girl. But she kept that to herself.
She smirked again and returned his attention to his. "Yes." It WAS unfortunate for him. Because she was quite the catch. Pretty, smart, wealthy. What wasn't to like? Ivy continued smirking at his next question. "I don't know. Why don't you ask and find out?" Because that was the only way.
All right, fine. Maybe he could win a date since he seemingly couldn't afford to buy a
used suit here, at a
school, of all places. Damn wealthy Brits and their dirty empire money.
Erik turned properly in his seat and gave Ivy a most humble, honest expression.
"Vould you care to meet me for a dvrink sometime, Ms. Knox? I vould like to get to know you much better."